I received the census form today. I was disappointed that Obama didn't ask how many guns I had, or if I belonged to any conservative groups. I mean really, this guy is a dictator and he asks 10 simple questions. The last census had a short and long form and asked way too many questions not needed for a simple census. I mean that guy was a really really really bad Democrat, right? Oh, crap, that was Bush? Oh, man.
In 72 years, my nephews and niece's kids' kids will be doing some family research and come across my entry in the 2010 census. Kinda puts things into perspective. In theory, I could right there with them, I'm 37 now, and 109 is not impossible but yeah. And then 10 years later, if any of them are still into the genealogy they'll be anxiously awaiting for the 2020 data to become available to see if I've moved, or whatnot.
This coming weekend looks to be decent, temps in the 60s and a high pressure system in full effect. I am thinking I should get the bike out and do a quick ride on the trail. March is still too early to go biking every weekend, but with the time change the days are lighter for a longer time after work, so there is hope.
And suddenly it is almost 22:30. Man this time change. Messed me up.
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