Cold War

I admit it. I grew up during the Cold War. To this day, when I hear people speaking Russian on the subway I am suspicious of them. But from what I've heard from my friends in Brighton Beach these fears are not entirely misplaced.

Despite this, I have signed my contract. I am now committed to this arduous journey. Which can only be amusing for you, my loyal readers.

In the past, colleagues have expressed  joyous anticipation of their Olympic assignment. Not this time. At all.  No one I've spoken to is looking forward to this one.
I've also heard that the construction on the venues is behind schedule. I hope our Motel 6 will be completed in time.

On the positive side, I ran 5 miles today. That should give me a slight head start on the KGB.