Yesterday, I bought a tablecloth. A beautiful tablecloth with an elegant black background and pale blue and gold flowers.

I boarded the ferry for the return trip from Block Island, carefully washed the tabletop of the booth in the passenger section, and laid out the tablecloth. Laid out black plasticware cutlery, blue cups, and a bottle of red wine. Organized appetizers of aged gouda, homemade guacamole, chips and crackers, and set out a meal of lobster meat (tail and claws) with fresh-squeezed lime, and a salad of homegrown tomatoes and cucumbers and farmers-market radishes.

As Dan and I dined, the sun set in a splendor of colors, nonstop fireworks and glory that faded only slowly to deepest lingering red.

At last. Dinner at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. We have been there, and it is good.