Chlorine
There was a Chlorine gas leak at the gym this morning.
I'm okay: I was fifteen minutes late, which was good, because in addition to, you know, not dying, there was no need to be evacuated into the cold snowy streets in nothing but my bathing suit.
(I don't think anyone was hurt. I saw a paramedic in the back of an ambulance handing a colouring book to one of the day care kids.)
But I don't shower until after I'm done swimming. So I'm at work, with no shower and feel ucky. I washed my face and put on deodorant and everything, but I haven't showered and my hair is stuck under a baseball cap so I don't frighten the children or anything.
And I haven't swum, so I feel all flabby.
I hope it's open Monday.