My face, which I won't show you right now for fear of my enemies getting the photo, is healing. It now just looks like it was in a gasoline fire. But, I am actually seeing some progress here. People look at me however and you can just see the 'that poor guy' look on their face.
Meanwhile, Bobbi is off for three days to a Jazzercise convention in New Orleans. She and 5000 other people will exercise together in the convention center four times a day. Then they will all go to places like Brennan's for the Bananas Foster. (The worlds best dessert.)