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Ah, Summer 2019

With a Midwest twang severely off-key, I’m out the front door, earbuds plugged in, arms pumping, on my routine early morning walk. Of course, I must look ridiculous and sound even worse, echoing the chorus of - Get Rhythm by Johnny Cash. 

Thankfully, there’s no one else on the streets. Summer is upon us; officially, the summer solstice occurred in the Northern Hemisphere today at 11:54 a.m. EST.

According to Ker Than in an article for National Geographic, “The solstice is the result of Earth's north-south axis being tilted 23.4 degrees relative to the ecliptic. This tilt causes different amounts of sunlight to reach different regions of the planet during Earth's year-long orbit around the sun." Translation, daylight lasts until after 8:00 p.m. in Southern California.

Again, I’ve been blessed with another opportunity to re-invent myself this year. On July 1st, 2019, I accepted a position at Cenergy Power as an Energy Analyst. Going from pounding the concrete at Home Depot to a desk job with a normal work schedule. Why this job, you ask? Well, in 2011, I successfully completed a B.S. program in e-Business. My favorite courses are Statistics, Inferential Statistics, Business Law, and Project Management.

This job allows me to stretch my analytical skills, broaden my horizons, expand my computer expertise, and polish my advanced Excel skills. My mind will be called to stretch its limitations, meet new people, work with pages of interval data, and crunch numbers to create possible scenarios of large solar projects for corporate clients. If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a “geek” - one of those guys who loves technology and finds ways to make it work for you, not against you. What better way to step into the future than working with alternative energy for the good of our planet.

Speaking of stepping into the future, it's Friday morning, and once again, I’m headed out the door. I’m back in training for this year’s High Sierra adventure. With earbuds in my arms and legs pumping, let's see what new ideas I will encounter today; as I mangle a medley of Johnny Cash tunes, I Walk the Line seems appropriate.

Ah, summer!

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