The condition of your Airbnb, hotel room, or other accommodation, if there’s anything remotely “off” about it when you arrive.

Dusting -- the very definition of futility.

Yeah, I don’t know what to do about the cleanliness differential. I love washing dishes and am always happy to have them left for me to do. My husband (who does lots of chores happily — he’s a champ) sometimes takes the initiative on dishes, too. The thing is, he’s a rinse-with-hot-water type of dishwasher. That’s not…

No kidding! Here’s what I do, in a single sitting:

1. Check the bill when it comes in against my record of actual payments.
2. Once reconciled, I use online banking to set up a payment (on the spot or pending, depending on cash flow).
3. I mark the bill as paid and file it away. But because I only keep 6 months’ worth of…

I use both.

That’s wonderful!

My drug of choice is a Bloody Caesar (hey, I figure it’s nutritious), so I’m 100% on board with you.

I’m sure you’re talking about solid foods, but I’m going to vote for coffee. Freshly made coffee, popped in the refrigerator, and recycled as iced coffee the next day ( fancied up — or not — as you like it). Yum.

Wow, eight cities only, and very few books listed in those.

But is there an app where you can enter a list of ingredients (by text, voice, photo, telepathic vibe — I don’t care) and get a recipe that incorporates all of them? E.g.:

Clearly the author was thinking about pies.

This is where I trot out one of my favourite biographical quotes, about the science fiction writer Samuel R. Delaney and women’s pockets. This bit is from around 1970, I think.

I have one of these and love it, but my mumble-years-older husband refuses to learn how to use it, so lethal sharp edges still abound when he’s in the kitchen.

start with a shape lie spaghetti but let it cool

When I was in my twenties, and peacefully reading a book in some public place, strange men — strangers, I mean — would regularly interrupt me to demand a smile, ask what I was reading “that made me look so serious” or ask me for my name. I am so fucking glad I’ve aged out of that.

Oh, this so much. It’s annoying because, even though the other person is trying to be nice, their politeness means you’re both slowed down while (1) you dither on the sidewalk, (2) they wave you forward, (3) you hesitate to make sure they’re really going to let you go and not run you down, and (4) you finally perform a…

This little dance of etiquette is reminding me very much of Douglas Adams’s droitwich:

I was really hoping to see more examples of quirky playlists. Here are some of mine:

Naw, I just buy presents throughout the year and stash them. Why not spread out the task of buying gifts, not just budgeting for them? So much less stressful!

Couldn’t find a link for Words Between Buns in the article. I believe it’s: http://buns.life/