Today the weather suspends precisely between sun and rain. All day we are carrying umbrellas and hot in coats. It is a benevolent jest. Baby laughs in the fields, watching Dog run, watching grass get walked on. Later we go into town and buy a new red kettle. The old model won’t boil water, so it has done itself out of a job. Baby laughs at the giant tv in the electric shop, she has smeared biscuit all over her face, as is customary for babies. I have been awake longer than the sun has been in the sky. Concentration is wandering off. I am retracing my steps after it. But now I can make coffee.