Bohemian Bluestocking

There is definitely some randomess/entrophy/dark matter floating around the universe these days:

• Veteran's Day I was working at my retail lackey job, and for the mist parts minding my own business, when a customer, out of the blue, asks me: "Would you happen to know what the time zone the Western Theater of Operations was on when the Armistice was signed in 1919?" Now admittedly I *do* know the answer (GMT) but what ever prompted this man to ask me? I am blandly running my cash register, singing to myself to pass the time. (not aloud, mind you) odd.
• We had a wonderful ring around the moon last night. I left the theater after tech rehearsals, and there it was, huge in the sky, a hands-span from the moon, one of the largest I've seen in a long time. They typically mean snow is on its way (they are formed by moisture and ice crystals in the atmosphere), but we merited only rain when I awoke this morning.
• There's seems to be seamtress work swirling around me as well, as well it should since I'll be with one less paycheck very soon. So I am glomming onto as much as I can to get me through the winter. There might me design work as well, but I am not holding my breath for that. That would be a gift, and sewing is just work-a-day.
• The Fall Festival of Shakespeare opens Thursday and runs through Sunday. The shows are ready to go. One looks fab and the other I am ok with. It's workmanlike work, and while I am certainly not ashamed of the look, I'm not incredibly excited either.