The last few innings

Five more days to go. But for some reason this time everyone else is more burned out than me for a change. Saying things like "I'll never do this again."in part I agree. I doubt I'll ever come to Sochi again unless it's at gunpoint. After doing this so many times I guess I've adapted. Like a cockroach. But I sure am looking forward to seeing my loved ones, Raiding the refrigerator, cooking my own food, using a real plate and eating with the metal knife and fork, dozing on the couch. Working anything less than 12 hours per day, and having a day off more than once a month.

 Also, someone tipped me off on how to access united airlines seat selection for our trip home. When I looked at the seat map, I could pick any seat I wanted. So I went online and found the best seats according to various travel websites. If you're interested I chose 15 A on the upper deck of the 747–400. I checked back today and their site still shows me with that seat assignment. We'll find out. If I pull this off I'll let you know. I probably won't get any sleep the night before so any lie flat bed will  do. I am even willing to drool on someone's shoulder in the center seat of coach.

Since most of us working here have done this at least a few times, it's fascinating to talk to the newbies. Especially about three quarters of the way through as we are. Nikki the editor was talking to an intern about the long hours we work. She said this kid looked up at her with wide eyes and said plaintively "it's like we LIVE here."

That's it, Sherlock.

I also heard that four fellow employees  who are staying near me swam in the Black Sea yesterday. Had I known of this excursion I certainly would've joined them. Hey, there's still time.

I hope they avoided the area of the raw sewage drainage canal. I will keep an eye on the Sickbay for the next couple of days.