It’s been so long since I’ve been in here. Sorry. I’ve run out of words, I suppose.
Tonight Paul is bringing home some “bullets” that he wants to get rid of. “Bullets” are lobsters with no claws. Poor babies. But within the hour, they will be turned red in the bottom of our big pot of boiling water, and soon thereafter in our tummies.
Unexpected lobster rolls for supper. One of the perks…