Acknowledgments

Writing books seems to require two things: solitude and a sort of rhythm (at least for me). For both of those, I owe my family a great debt. Many, many times I had to shoo away my daughter, Addie, or put off my wife, Leigh, because I was in that rhythm and needed to see a particular question or tricky answer through to its end. I’ve also yelled upstairs more than once to my sons, Dean and Robbie, because I was on a call discussing some arcane bit of AWS knowledge while they were screaming into their headsets about flanking someone (something?) in Call of Duty or laughing hysterically at subverting an intended mission in Red Dead Redemption 2.

In other words, lots of people had to bend so I could get this book completed. I’m grateful for that, especially since most of their reward is these few sentences in a book they’ll likely never crack open! (Well, Robbie might… he’s the budding engineer in the family.)

Another set of thanks goes...