When I woke up yesterday, I found myself grappling with the remnants of a chaotic dream. Meanwhile, the sun gradually lit the sky, and the confused birds stumbled through their morning melodies in the mildly tropical February. This unusually warm weather put a damper on our plans. My walks with Abby were lacklustre, mirroring our collective lethargy as we ambled along at a snail’s pace. It’s not normal to experience +18°C on the last day of February in the Northern Hemisphere. The remainder of the day unfolded in a similar vein. Hardly had I finished my lesson plans when I realised it was already eight o’clock in the evening, so I buckled down to write my blog entry, but I couldn’t put my ducks in a row. After several failed attempts, I dropped the keyboard and laid back. And today wasn’t different either. Even though this loss of energy wasn’t palpable during my lessons, I was happy after saying goodbye to my students. Our performance today in our private sphere was similar to a weary...