Wednesday, February 4, 2026 at 3:46 PM Eastern Standard Time

woke with a start, another dream about working on the grime of the 'Net. it's near dawn, the sun waiting for me below the horizon, and the air is crisp on the ranch. i stretch; make my way to the photovoltaic array. i dont work on the web anymore, traded long ago pixels for panels on the solarfarm. the mist settling through the valley smells clean after last night's rain, and the lark buntings and…