I have been a compulsive hand-washer and outspoken microbe-phobe for most of my life. For example, back in my sorority days, I would make regular rounds of the chapter house with a can of Lysol disinfectant spray.
I hit just about every common surface, including the phone switchboard, bathroom light switches, door handles… My nickname was “Psycho.” You get the idea.
My hubby, knowing about my neuroses (and loving me in spite of them), sent me this link from Gizmodo today. The article, “10 Gadgets that Help you Survive in Cheap Hotel Rooms,” set my geeky and germy-phobic heart strings a-quiver in harmony.
I wish I’d had some of these gadgets in my arsenal back in college. Cheers!