Attendance at morning exercise classes is still minimal. Doctor Bashir insists on referring to them as “yoga classes.” Unfortunately it would be dishonorable to challenge so small a man to combat.
Chief O’Brien has requested that I “catsit” while he is away on the Defiant. I am relieved that he did not ask me to tell the animal it is pretty; however, it repeatedly knocks my prune juice glass off of the console.
It has just done it yet again. Worf out.
