As my friend Morris said to me yesterday, ‘7 to 10 days!’ Today is day three of my man-cold and my energy levels have dropped. I made it all the way to 11:30 a.m. before I had to buck up and drag myself through the rest of the day.
Oh hello, insomnia! I woke this morning around 5 a.m. and fought off the urge to pick up the phone and start flipping through social media and other websites. Instead I got up, wrote my top five list for the day, broke out the neti pot, had a steam, and a coffee. This was my first win of the day but it was a hard-fought win. It was good that I was able to notice this happening, and it was good to have shut the phone completely off before bed. That action added one extra layer of will power.
I did well with the list in the morning, and later this afternoon I willed myself to go down to Tribe and continue to scrub the floors for another two hours. Chris’s cold had him in the same boat, but as always, he’s a joy to work with and we took pride in our work together – doing that male thing afterward, by puffing up and saying repeatedly, in different ways, how well we did and commending one another.
‘Oh yeah amazing. That part is so good?’
‘Oh yeah, so good. Amazed how much we got done in a few hours’
‘I know right? So much in such a little time. Especially when we’re nearly dead eh?’
‘Oh man, I know. But look at how good it looks and how well we did?’
‘Exhausted but we did so well, eh?’
etc… for another 10 minutes.
Oh, men! Quirky to be us but fun.
So, there’s a picture to prove it. Feel free to clap and cheer at will.