At the end of a hard day, lobster rolls

We were both on our feet most of the day, doing various chores.  We pulled our lobster pots in the afternoon, in seas that were at the very edge of my comfort zone.  We came home, processed the lobster, smoked the bluefish filets that I’d put in to brine the day before, and cleaned up the boat and everything on it.  Then, at long last, we sat down to lobster rolls, on paper plates, with a glass of white wine.