The lobsterman is home, safe and sound.
Don’t worry. He came in about a half hour after I wrote that last entry.
Turns out he did get lost, but on the way down there. The main routes in this state are crazy and for people who rarely travel on the highways, it’s even worse. He missed his turn-off and instead of going into New Bedford, he wound up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island!
But he;s safe at home, and we are just about to be tucked into our warm beds, away from the cold frigid air of pre-winter in New England.