A carafe of water sits on the table by the bed in my hotel room. Each evening, I move it to the table on the other side of the bed, so that I can keep my recharging electronics and their cords away from water. So far, the person who takes care of the room kindly tidies the carafe back to that side of the bed again. I may give up and move the electronics tonight, instead.



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