Inevitably, at some point in the afternoon a few days every week, my son pops into my office to ask if I’ll come work outside in the backyard while he plays in the inflatable pool. Does he ask me to do this on cloudy days? No; cloudy days are not good pool days, you see. So I end up out there, in the sun, with spotty wifi and a screen covered in so much glare that I find myself constantly position