It’s Monday, and I have a 9 a.m. Zoom meeting in twenty minutes. I haven’t showered, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t plan to turn on my camera. I have my coffee, a piece of toast, and I’m already mentally checked out. I sit down and open my email and immediately notice a name among the thirty-plus unopened Monday-morning emails. It’s from a familiar name, William Rogers. It read: I googled you and found that you’re a colle...