Spent the whole day on inventory. It’s 11 PM now. Exhausted. Chills running through my body. Probably a mild gastritis from the disrupted routine.

Got up at 7 AM and went to bed around 2 at night. Refueling is underway. Mission Control handles everything, and we’re collecting return equipment: three bags already, plus our personal things add up. There’s this diary — four hundred pages — and a matching work notebook with my observations, research notes, sketches — I want to take it all with me. As a memento, we took the gloves from the spacesuit I wore for the EVA. We did interior photography with the plants. The peas have grown nicely; it’ll be a shame to pull them out. They might even have bloomed.

Little by little we’re stowing things behind panels. We moved the spacesuits to the transfer compartment — we’re worried they might get accidentally damaged by the waste management system. We want to leave the station looking brand new for the guys. Though they’ll have it considerably easier, since the 8 bags of bolts, safety wire, and nuts we accumulated during our work won’t need to be removed by them. We did everything we could so that the next crew could repeat our flight and go further.