Welcome to Ireland

Or: "Fáilte go hÉirinn"

I got to Dublin almost a week ago, to start my almost three months here. 
My first challenge was confronting my weird little room. I'm in StayCity, which bills itself as a cross between a hotel and an apartment. In terms of size, it's a hotel room, but it has a range, a microwave with delusions of grandeur, a tiny and somehow messy sink (the water splashes everywhere), a kettle, and a dishwasher.
I'm on the first floor, so I feel weird opening the curtains. While few people use the alley behind the hotel, I don't necessarily want to be seen in  my jammies (or my nothing).
The weirdest thing about my room, though, is that I don't know what to do with my clothes. There are places to hang my coats and umbrellas, but there are only five hangers sharing a narrow space with an ironing board. There are no drawers, however. I've folded my sweaters, pjs, and trousers: my suitcase has to live on the floor as a makeshift drawer. My undies and socks are in a grocery bag.
I'm not sure how the designers of this building expected us to store our clothes, but the staff assures me drawers are definitely not provided.
Still, the location is great. It's central to everything, in a vibrant immigrant neighborhood; there are stores around me specializing in foreign food, including Spanish and Moldovan.
I do hours of work every day on my head, as is typical of hotel living. It's probably not the best for my neck. As the boy and I used to do when traveling, I find Law & Order to have on in the background (it's on all afternoon). Sometimes it's MASH instead--they show it without the laugh track, which is wonderful.
The staff at CEA, our partnership organization, are wonderful and welcoming. Our orientation included a walking tour, which luckily included the grocery store with viking settlement remains below it, and a look at Bram Stoker's office window and the view from it.
My students are a joy. I'm hoping we'll be able to stay in person the whole term, but my first student tested positive at the end of the first class. We've all been in close quarters, and it's likely that we'll get it. That said, I would rather it run through us at the beginning of the course than at the end.
Denise is coming to visit this Thursday, though, so I hope I can fight it off long enough to enjoy our time together instead of having to quarantine.
I've eaten at Nandos three times so far. My grocery store tv dinners have been saving me money at night, but none have been appetizing. One was so tasteless I thought I might have Covid. 
The one thing I forgot at home was my cane, which I will inevitably need at some point (cobblestones and overflexible ankles don't mix well). I got an umbrella cane, but it's not sturdy enough if I really hurt myself. I'm going to have to shop where the discerning gentlemen do.
I didn't bring my favorite hat: my bowler. I wanted to get something new. A morning of looking yielded two: a fedora and a paddy cap.
Last Friday's was Ireland's annual culture night, featuring free events everywhere. I went to a comedy club a few minutes from my place. Two of the comics were great (one was a California transplant, like me). Only one bombed, but the audience was still nice. Since my mom doesn't want me to get up on stage while I'm here, I'm looking for a way to get up ASAP.