My alerts chime and I silence them and the light fades and I continue typing, struggling with my imbalances, startled at the ease at which nature is lost to me, knowing that a quick breath of air on the porch barely substitutes for a real conversation but futilely hoping that I can somehow absorb the totality of it all in a matter of a few small moments. It’s the same story, the boss fights that dog me these days, this short week just intensifying their attacks.