If you’re in Melbourne right now, you probably also woke up to this cold-as-anything autumn Sunday morning. Today, like so many times in the past, I tried to fight it. I got up, dressed, ready (for what, I’m still not sure). Sundays are like warm drinks — made to be taken slowly. But I still wanted to go out, to do something, anything. I wanted to be productive and not let this day to go to waste. So I went out, briefly. Threw on my cosiest jumper that hadn’t seen the light of day since last winter, and braved the cold. I felt awful, but that was besides the point. I had things I wanted to get done.