Today definitely feels different.
Welcome back to the Olympic Park. This is my third day based here and we're officially counting the hours, minutes even, until the Opening Ceremony of the Games of the 30th Olympiad this evening.
Today's the day that everything changed, the trains I got on this afternoon to make my way up to Stratford from Kent were different to those I got yesterday, and Stratford International itself was a different scene today as well.
The past couple of days there has been a visible but low-key presence of the fuscia-clad Games helpers and flourescent police. However this afternoon the air feels different.
There are helpers wherever you could possibly want them, standing there just waiting to, itching to, help someone. There are police sniffer dogs and constant patrols around the concourse. The station staff themselves have all adopted waistcoats in line with the special Games uniform and even the posh announcement lady on the high-speed tannoy was saying different words today than yesterday.
Around the Park there are more journalists that I have ever seen in one place, anyone would think there's a free bar nearby. The English accents are fewer and farther between and the sun has gone in, it's just really muggy up here. The relaxed laughs and smiles of the last few days are slowly disappearing.
As of today, everyone has got their Games face on.
Yesterday was a pretty hectic one up here. Much of my day was spent walking the 500m or thereabouts from one end of the Main Press Centre to the other to pester the nice BOA people for a ticket for tonight's Opening Ceremony.
Well, I'm not sure exactly what I did, but it's worked. I have a nice shiny gold ticket in my hand and I'm pretty much running about like Charlie from the Chocolate Factory.
It's my birthday today and I got a lovely card saying I was one in a million. Well I am able to prove that I'm actually far better than that. 7.029 billion people alive. 80,000 tickets for the Opening Ceremony. You do the maths. The fact that there are apparently only 140 members of the British media who have been issued tickets makes me feel even more special. So, thanks BOA!
Part of my afternoon was spent with the exceedingly pleasant GB hockey boys, including Kent's own Ashley Jackson.
Now, four years ago I was invited to West Malling to visit a bright-eyed 20-year-old who was an up-and-comer in the British hockey world.
The blonde lad had made the squad for Beijing and was excited about the opportunity. So excited he made me a cup of tea and sat me down on his sofa to talk about it.
Well four years later Ashley claims to have no recollection of his hospitality that day, I guess his memory bank is probably stuffed with pleasant images of being handed awards, scoring vital goals and playing professional sport at the highest level over the past four years.
After chatting with Ashley, I spotted Olympic hero Sean Kerly of 1988 gold medal fame in the room and took the chance to grab a few words with him about Ashley, Canterbury and himself.
He was as incredulous as I was that someone from a local paper in Canterbury had managed to get into the Olympic Park, but he still gave me some good stuff which you'll be able to read next week.
The only low-point of the entire day was that my hockey commitments meant I missed the Swiss Olympic Association press conference with Roger Federer by five measly minutes. Oh well. Maybe I'll get another chance to meet him and pass on some tips on a cross-court backhand another time.
I couldn't help but notice that Canterbury striker and South Africa international Jen Wilson had more luck that I did, she posted pics on twitter of herself with Federer in the village on Thursday night and next to Usain Bolt in the canteen on Friday lunchtime. Nice life eh Jen, haven't you got practice or something!?
Last night saw Team GB's footballers held by Senegal in their opening match of the tournament, and their first as a unified nation in 52 years.
Medway's own Ryan Bertrand put in a good shift at left-back - which must have been nice for him after being employed at right-back in the final warm-up game.
There are flashes of some very decent stuff from the GB team, which is understandable as most of them have plenty of Premier League experience, but they always appeared ruffled by the sheer physicality of the West Africans who threatened to kick them back into four separate countries on more than one occasion.
Hopefully UAE on Sunday night will prove a less physically demanding challenge.
This is the start of a pretty long shift for me. The Opening Ceremony is due to begin at 9pm (crowd are being warmed-up from 8.12pm though) with the finish predicted at something like midnight or just after.
Now once I've gotten out of the Stadium and back to the Main Press Centre to tidy up some stories for KentOnline, it's likely to be pushing 2am, and, typically, there's a 5.30am bus to Eton Dorney tomorrow morning with my name on it.
So the plan is to find a comfy chair in a quiet corner and have a power nap, ready to watch Ashford's Tom Ransley and the men's eight in action in the heats tomorrow morning (around 10am, or should be) and then get back to London for Bromley star Ellen Gandy in the 100m butterfly second round (Around 7.45pm).
Orpington's Claire Rafferty and the GB Women will also be in action, taking on Cameroon in Cardiff at 5.15pm. Sadly I can't get there. I'm not Superman.
Remember I'll be providing live text updates from the Opening Ceremony from around 8pm tonight, and will also be posting pics and updates on twitter via @kentonline2012
Enjoy the evening - it's never going to happen again you know!