Smoke and the Eye is Better

Ho Hum.  How are you doing in the time of forest fires?  We are bored spitless.  The AQI has been such that neither one of us wants to go out and inhale.  Plus it's hot.  When we get up, the first thing we do is make the air conditioning colder.  

Yesterday we drove out to Spokane Valley to Squeaky's car wash.  It's touchless and they spray a wax on it that is actually effective.  Back in the day, Jim would wash the car, clay the car to pick up any missed dust, and then wax the car.  It was pretty much all day, especially when we had mini-vans.  This is better.

Here is some local fauna.  This is a young turkey.

A California quail sitting on top of an evergreen that was pruned into a point by the previous owners.  He's keeping an eye on mom and the kids.  They are the state bird of California.
 

Jim is healing quickly.  After uncovering the incision I counted stitches, there 13.  They're really close together, and very neatly done.  I am now a believer in having a plastic surgeon do the Mohs if one is available.

The incision in all its glory.  We were very surprised at the size of it.  This was taken July 19.

This is from today, July 23.  Much progress has been made.  The green area has been reabsorbed, and the black eye is well on its way out.  The sutures dissolve, and appear to be starting that process.  If you look slightly above his right eye, that is a previous Mohs scar.

Here is sunset two days ago.

Other than this, I have nothing further to say.  The country continues on its way to hell in a hand basket basket because the spineless republican reptiles continue to let him run amok.  It's interesting that when a Democrat is president, they position themselves as blocking everything.  But now, with a man deep in dementia, anything he wants is just fine.