Happy Memorial Day. I hope everyone is enjoying a day off work. My muscles are sore and I'm in the midst of a meat hangover. We played 18 holes at High Meadow Ranch yesterday morning and went for Fogo de Chao last night. It's still odd to me actually hearing the words, "no, please no... no more filet mignon". It happens. I planned on heading out to the woods for some snippety this morning, but it is so humid you could cut the air with a knife. Miserable and sticky. I found this fella in the back yard when I was playing with Henry. Any ideas what it is? Perhaps a variety of fruit fly or something? Anyhoo, back to holiday.
I don’t know, but he’s pretty amazing.
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