My camry’s all that’s left as we usher in the end times.

I do not take very good care of my car. It is covered in sap (which will act as a protective coating when the acid rain begins). I actually don’t know why my car is more covered in sap than anyone else I know when we all live in the land of the pines. Okay, I guess some people have garages. But what’s everyone else doing? Running out to scrape off the sap before it hardens into an immovable splotch? Anyway, I don’t have a car payment.

These comics really have nothing to do with one another, thematically, except that they both involve planning for the future. I’m imagining a future in which I have both a car that still works and a body that is skin cancer-free! I went to the dermatologist in the fall of 2022, concerned about a tiny little dot on my upper right arm. It turned out my instincts were correct and it was a melanoma that, fortunately, had not spread beyond the surface. One excision and some very uncomfortable stitches later, it was gone. But, if I hadn’t gone to the doctor, it would have eventually spread. Recognizing that something was wrong has become a weird point of pride for me. Now, I go back to the derm every 6 months for a skin check and brag about wearing sunscreen and my doctor indulges me by saying good job.