Woke up at 11. How wonderful you feel when you’ve had enough sleep. Went to bed sick last night — eyes tearing up. The left side of my head was splitting, as happens on Earth after overwork and stress. A languor in the body. I so didn’t want to get up. If I could, I’d have lain around all day, it seemed. This chance to sleep until 11 came because in the morning we fly outside the range of our communication stations and the first session isn’t until 14:30.

When we got up, it was so peaceful — no reporting to the ground. I’d agree not to go on comm for a week. It’s tiring to talk on every orbit when we have work up to our ears and everything is running normally.

Today we invited Ryumin on comm and asked that they provide us with feedback on all the remarks we’d made from the station. Sometimes something happens, the ground stays silent, and we sit guessing: is it our fault or the system’s? Also, we said that when assigning tasks, they should consult more with the crew and issue fewer directives, since many things are more visible from up here.

All day we’re sorting out equipment for the French experiments. We inspected the mounting spot for the MKF-6 camera and how to most conveniently remove it, since “Piramig” — the French camera for astrophysical experiments — will go in its place. We hooked up the refrigerator to the station’s power grid.

Before bed, in the last comm session, we heard a song dedicated to our crew. It marked our holiday — the thousandth orbit, which began at half past eleven at night. We congratulated Mission Control, and they congratulated us. Good words and well performed. The lyrics were written by Natalia Yaina, a staff member at the Komsomol Central Committee. Then they gave us the news broadcast.

Yesterday elections for people’s judges took place. I asked the comm operator to phone our polling station in Moscow and read a congratulatory telegram to the voters, since that’s where I vote.