Whaaa?

There I was at work, just a working away, when along about 1:00 PM Group Leader Shark walked by and said, "Becky, do you want to leave?"

"Yeah, I'll leave," I immediately replied.

"Whaaaa?"  She said.  "I wasn't expecting that!"

"Call it the Supervisor Maxwell effect," I responded, as I began gathering my stuff up to put it all away.  The brazer who works just across from me looked over and with an air of incredulity asked, "Are you going home???"  

Now, I can understand their disbelief, because I don't turn down overtime, and I don't leave early.  Usually.  But today, I just wasn't feeling it, so when GLS asked, it hit me and I eagerly said I would.  

"Anything to get away from Supervisor Maxwell!"  I told the other brazer, and out the door I ran so fast I sucked half the equipment in the plant out into the parking lot in my wake.  

OK, not really, but you get the idea.  

But I did leave so fast I didn't bother to go answer nature, and that was the first thing I did when I got home.  Then I went outside and watered my baby grass, and started sifting rocks out of some dirt.  Yes, it was hot out there, but I said I'd just work for a few minutes.  

Oh a whim, I pulled up the weather app and saw that it said it feels like 105°.  "It sure does!" I said to no one in particular, and went inside for a moment to cool off.  Once I'd stopped sweating and rehydrated, I went back out and managed to scrape the dirt away from the bottom of two sections of my fence, except for right around the posts.  

 It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, so maybe tomorrow I can get the rest of it done.  Then I'll have to wash the dirt off and let it dry really well so I can paint it -- maybe next weekend.   We'll have to see what the weather does.  We're supposed to be back in the upper 90s early next week.  

I am so ready for summer to be over.