A believer named Lisa read me the riot act in the comments yesterday, concerning my health. She thinks I'm not taking care of myself; she thinks I shouldn't be drinking alcohol; she thinks I should go to a cancer doctor; she things I should "serve fucking jury duty"---and she began all this wonderful advice with, "Martin, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" which, to me, was not a very respectful way to begin advising someone who has been such a help to you over the years. I expected better. Oh, well. I guess she got triggered somehow.

My turn to get triggered. I spend some time in this show defending myself, which ought to provide a great health education to many people. I hope so, anyway. And then I finish with a passage from Titus about anticipating our happy expectation.