Spending almost the entirety of rainy stormy Sunday (whenever possible) in bed with an actual physical book had such a nice effect.

And Stranger Things on both Saturday and Sunday nights!

As a result, dreams of visiting a friend in an imaginary 1980s Amsterdam, missing a bus stop, getting lost, and trying to use a pay phone and frantic futile attempts to retrieve friend’s number from a 1990s brickphone that the airline rented to me at the airport with clunky interface and buttons that don’t press while battery is dwindling before my eyes.