It's become more than normal on domestic flights to experience delays and change in plans. So no big deal when our Delta flight was two hours late leaving Savannah and we missed our connection in Atlanta. We were re-booked on the next flight and arrived in Boston just in time to rent a car and head out into rush hour, going home traffic toward the coast. 
Bumper to bumper we crawled on the interstate (why would anyone want to live like this?) until we made it to the Cape and finally into the Sea Mist condominiums. Harry was texting and checking on us, offering to supply some basic groceries for our arrival but all was good.
We went out for a late dinner at a great little Asian restaurant where really enjoyed a Pupu platter and later settled in for a great week ahead.