Specimen of Fatigue no. 2

from Sunday night:

the harvest moon is red.

Yes, I know. Quite profound, no?

And no, it's not really red. It's orange.

Remember that passage from Acts, where Peter quotes Joel as saying "the sun will be darkened and the moon will turn to blood," and declares that it has been fulfilled on the day of Pentecost?

I dunno. It seemed to have some minute significance.