(Shhhh! I'm being anti-Women's Lib!)

Sort of. I'm sitting here pretending to work, while really blogging, while Bear and 2 of his friends are shuffling the book-boulders down to the basement.

I should probably feel guilty about it. :)

Reality is I have a bad back and Bear forbids me to lift boxes (I do when he's not at the store, sometimes, though.). And all 3 of these guys work for a logistics company, so unloading trucks and shuffling boxes is what they do. I'm just an amateur and get in the way. Or so I've been told. :p

But I do feel bad that Bear worked a 12 hour shift last night, only to come and do this in the morning. One of the other guys is on afternoons, so he worked yesterday and works later today, and the third guy is here on his day off.

I feel spoiled.