Not quite as pleasant is the fact that my favorite Weasel is overseeing today's workout. We're a group of about twenty people, and while there are far worse candidates among us, I'm still the only one who has to do extra push-ups. (And for the fourth or fifth time, I've lost count.) Apart from that, though, he leaves me alone. And I haven't received more than a few suspicious and disapproving looks from the other rebels either, which is something, I guess.