This morning, I snatched baked goods from the jaws of The Horde at the Senior Center, drove Robert to work, returned Ron’s iPhone case and bought a second transfer station sticker for the van.
After lunch, I headed for Hyannis to meet with a candidate for public office. He warned me about off-Cape/west-bound traffic and boy, was he right. Every route, major and minor, was clogged.
Got back to Mashpee after about an hour and ten minutes. Ron drove Robert home, and I picked up our CSA produce at the farm. Ron said the traffic was bad even around 6:30 this evening. Absolutely disgusting; I hate the tourist industry.