Two Hundred and Thirty Five

I feel sick, but it's probably not COVID-19.  I always wear a mask when going out, which fewer and fewer people do, and gloves, which almost no one wears.  It feels like food poisoning, which isn't surprising.  All I eat is free food which stores donate to the poor because it's passed its sell-by date.

Justin emailed me a map of the places he wants me to contact.  They're all places I've already contacted.  He's obviously not paying attention to what I'm doing.  It occurred to me that he may have invented this project as a way to give me money, but he's too unimaginative and self-centered for that.  The alternative explanation—that instead of helping him with this project, I'm doing all the work and he's not even paying attention to what I'm doing, just presenting it to his employer as his own work—seems more likely.  But I don't care as long as he pays me.