Time for morning coffee. Time for the Father's Day pancake breakfast at the Park Centre. Time to hang Sue's newly made sunburst curtain. Time to wash the truck, which had been slimed by the newly graded and calcium-chlorided road. Time for naps. Time for a sail, and cocktails at the Zen spot, and a roast beef dinner, and an episode of White Collar—and we are still in strong daylight. Just to make a point I am going to sit out on the porch at 10 p.m. and read a book by nothing but sunlight.

Nearly 16 hours of daylight here, on the day of the summer solstice. It does seem odd, however, to begin summer the day before the days start getting shorter.