The painters were here for four hours today, but it is cold and rainy and they couldn't get the second coat of paint to dry so they have to come back tomorrow morning to do the third coat. I think it looks great as it is, but presumably they know best. The ceiling lights also need to be re-installed by the electrician, so who knows when it will be done? Not I! I told you I wouldn't dare get my hopes up that it would be finished today!
Tim is home sick today with nausea and dizziness and he can't focus his eyes very well. Not fun. I assume he has the same bug as me but with emphasis on different symptoms, I had some of those Sunday night/Monday. My abdomen continues to be worst at night, it hurts quite a lot whenever I try to turn over. But during the day it isn't so bad most of the time, and it is gradually getting better. The only good thing about Tim being sick is that it reassures me that I just have a virus and not something weird/serious.
Tim doesn't get man-flu, he is generally very stoic about illness unless it's really bad, I'm the one who mopes around and wants sympathy (if you don't know, man-flu is when men get a minor illness and make a big fuss whereas women apparently soldier on and still manage to juggle work, family, cooking, saving the world etc) but he made an interesting comment about the possible origins of man-flu. In a hunter/gatherer society, the hunters (men) needed to be in good health and fully alert to tackle dangerous situations and aggressive animals. If they weren't 100% well, it was much safer for them to stay home in the cave, hence the tendency to make a big deal out of a minor illness. The gatherers (women) were generally doing less dangerous jobs so it didn't matter if they weren't able to make split-second decisions or have their full strength. They could still make their contributions even when sick without endangering their life. It's an interesting theory.
Diet: Poor. I want to eat and eat.
Exercise: Poor, none.
Mental health: Poor. Low spirits today.