Things are slow at the office. I got a haircut before this weekend's wedding in Jackson. She moussed it up and Tom said it looks like I got a Conan O'Brien.
I got carried away Sunday rubbing Dix' foot and smacked it down on the massage table, Russian style. I may have sprained it. Last night I gave it an ultrasound treatment. She has suspended her yoga. I feel like a goon.
Grilled Lime Chicken Thighs with Avocado Salsa along with steamed rice with broccoli and carrots, will be served one night at elk camp. I couldn't wait to begin eating it before taking this picture.

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