Paradise ponders... It's snowing, right on schedule, right at the beginning of our forecast for a Snowpacalypse. We're snug as bugs in rugs, in our cozy house that will soon be full of wonderful smells (Debbie is planning to bake all day). My brother Scott has reported in; he's snug in his cabin to the north of us. I'm chugging away on a fun project (reverse-engineering SolarEdge's monitoring data, which traverses our network on the way to their servers) and finishing up the last of the financial catch-up. Christmas carols are playing in the background. From time to time, I glance out the window at the Christmas-card scene outside.
Full of good cheer, are we...
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