Miss Noyes and I arranged our party
The world is my lobster.
Henry J. Tillman
...And like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn.
The Nora Diary, Day 3
"After work we went down the street and got our food together -lobster, strawberries, rolls, and olives. Came home and shelled our lobsters and hulled the strawberries and ate till we couldn't eat anymore. Enjoyed every mouthful." NLM. 1920
For the Record,
This day came in overcast and, cooler and damper than the last two. The Daylight Savings Time disruption is annoying. How can one hour make such a difference in one's energy and grasp of time?