Poor Cameron is TIRED. He awoke last night around 1:30 and then didn’t get back to sleep for an hour or so. Brent was on duty and ended up putting him in bed with us. Cameron then tossed and turned (and whacked Brent in the face not once, but twice, while tossing and turning) and eventually got comfortable. We can’t say the same.
He got up around the usual time (6:45) and we started the day. He took a decent morning nap and then the afternoon one turned into a mess. He slept for 30 minutes and then was up. There was no way he was going back down. Believe us, we tried! We gave up and tried again a couple of hours later. Sure enough he fell asleep quickly and had been down for about 20 minutes when Natasha stopped by with our passports and tickets to Almaty. That doorbell ringing woke him up. Brent got him back down again after much struggle, and we thought we were out of the woods; then, the utility person who’s been knocking on our door over the past several weeks started ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door in earnest, so we had to answer this time. There she was, walking around the apartment, talking very loudly as if we are hard of hearing instead of linguistically challenged (Brent’s hunch that she was from the water dept was correct, she wanted to read the meter) which of course set Cam off again, and we never recovered that nap. Since he’s had so much sleep trouble, we put him down ‘early’ at 9:00, and he gave Buffy a lot of problems going down. It’s 10pm now, and he’s fussing in his sleep a little. When we say fussing a little, we mean letting out a fairly loud scream every 30-40 minutes… if we’re lucky, he doesn’t wake himself up.
The good news is that we know we are leaving this town at 8:20am, Sunday. We have the tix to prove it. The bad news is, rumor has it that the aircraft they use on Sunday is an aging Soviet plane. Right now we don’t know if it’s the turboprop or the old jet – we were shooting for the Boing 727 on Thurs or Sat. Oh well…
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