Spoiled for a Desk Job . . .

I spent my Thursday afternoon on the grounds of one of the museums where I work, burying reproduction artifacts in our mock archaeology pit for an upcoming program. It was tiring, heavy work, but it was glorious to be outside in the sun, with a cool breeze off the river. I came in about halfway through and the curator said, "You're spoiled for any desk job now, aren't you?"

And I suppose it's true.