Journal entry, 7/28/90 sleep

7/28/90  I awaken to the hammering of carpenters raising the walls of Laurie’s bedroom. All memory of dreams are gone with the staccato. I’m finally catching up on my sleep. It’s taking a long time to be able to sleep in again. As a kid I always needed my sleep. I never thought that work would erode my sleep cycle. I got so used to operating on 6 to 7 hours sleep a night that I thought that tiredness from a lack of sleep was a normal attribute of nearing 40.

George, my neighbor and I went to the flea market yesterday. I didn’t get a chance to see much but I ran into John Masura. His daughter Nadia was raising money for college. John and I had a long talk about various USSR items. Dr. Shpak is now in Iowa, of all places, a translator for a group of kids from Cherkassy visiting on the farm. Boy, these Cherkassy folks really get around. I wonder how many have come to the US? John will soon call Vera and ask if anyone is coming over or not. Vera was supposed to be here by now. She arrives mid-August if all goes well.