Angie's already got butterflies in her stomach and is predicting a complete inability to sleep this weekend. I'm not there yet, but I can feel it coming. I might last until Friday before freaking out.
We're both making our last minute lists of what needs to happen before we board the 747 at Noon on Monday. I have a lot more to do than I thought, so for anyone out there who might be waiting for me to do something non-Olympic trip related, you aren't on the radar. Sorry.
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