Red rubber ball

Well, actually, when the morning sun showed up (around half past nine) it was more of a yellow ball, but I wouldn't have cared if it was chartreuse: at least it was there. Two weeks of life in greyscale played hell with both my sense of well-being and, no thanks to humidity in the 95-to-100-percent range, my damaged knee joint.

The reprieve lasts only a couple of days, though. (Dear Mr. Sun: I should have known you'd bid me farewell. There's a lesson to be learned from this.)