It’s Olympic time

Recovered. And thank goodness, because I’m pretty sure everyone on the train in the morning wants to kill me by now for my incessant coughing.
So. The Olympics. I have a few tickets (curling and hockey), it should be fun but so far I am not feeling the “OHMIGODMYLIFEISCHANGING” moment that everyone else seems to be. [...]

BRONZE!

BRONZE! BRONZE! BRONZE! BRONZE!
I nearly peed my pants.