160 days of flight. Went to bed at 3 AM after finishing experiments.

Zhenya Kobzev came on comm. Says: “Hello, guys.” “Hello.” We ask: “Back from vacation?” “Yes, if you can call it a vacation — nothing but errands and worries…” And then out of nowhere he starts: “Right now I look like this: hair all tousled, orange tie, purple nose…” and launches into all sorts of dandy nonsense. It came off as though he was saying — here I am, love me and behold, now watch how the crew will be overjoyed to see me. We reacted calmly, didn’t play along.

Today the ground made a mistake. We told them: “Thanks for making mistakes — we take it to mean you’re training us. You probably don’t realize that we stand on each other’s ‘tail,’ and as soon as one of us is about to lash out, the other steps on the ‘tail’ — after all, we have a long way to fly and must hold together.” In the evening the shift supervisor apologized for the errors for the first time. We got to talking with Tolya. I felt the fatigue.