The big red sun rose over the horizon. The waves of heat flowed off of it and broke through the chilled air. The temperature went up quickly.

As I was filling in some back posts, I joked that if I ran out of ideas I could just write about whatever is in front of me. The couch. The rug. The

57 degrees in the morning.

We’ve experienced a lot of security theater aimed at the wrong threats.

I just had to learn that you have to twister your hands and play the hardest chord you can imagine on your keyboard to type symbols on a Chromebook. Control-Shift-U-2014-Space Bar. Then I