Monday, we stayed in for the evening. Partly because my head *still* hurt, and partly because we had food we needed to cook. The apartment here may not have a couch (never gonna get past that), but it does have a sweet induction cooktop! So we whipped up some hamburger to go in our usual tortellini dish.

After a formal dinner in the stick-straight dining table chairs, we moved to the bean bags to binge watch The Alienist on Netflix. On the tiny TV. On the floor. In the corner. This apartment is just a strange amalgam of uber-modern and ‘we forgot everyday items’. But anyway, good show. Hope they give it a second season. I give it 4 Pastas. 🍝🍝🍝🍝