A strange very-busy-but-not-much-to-do kind of evening.
A strange problem with the radios at the start of the night.
A strange wound on a co-worker’s head.
A strange incident close by involving dozens of security and many, many cops.
A strange gent with strange hair regaling us with strange stories.
A strange computer issue resulting in us working a little later than usual.
A strange part of the city on the way home, to leave a guy to his home.
And, at the end of it, a strange redness on the face of the moon.
Yes, there was much strangeness to be had. But it’s over now, and that’s what counts.