Being back at home has been interesting. Despite not really wanting to write about it, and knowing it’s likely what others will also write about it, I still find it’s one of the few interesting things on my mind. Here at the O’Meara household there is a constant ebb and flow of noise and life. In the morning pots are banging, workout machines are being used, showers are constantly running, and a baby nephew is likely stomping around or crying. All while I sleep in of course. But, once I finally strip myself from the sheets of my bed and deal with the grog of sleep, the parents have started work quietly (now at home in their own room), some siblings have gone to workout with friends, and others return to their rooms and nap while the baby does. So after only a few brief engagements and good mornings (despite it being the afternoon) I find myself lying in the center of the family room alone. However, I know that the flow of family will return as either the parents or one of my more domestically inclined brothers produce a diner which emanates a smell throughout the entire home. The siblings will return, the baby will awaken, and I will probably be too tired at this point, having laid in the family room for hours, to contribute meaningfully to any conversation. Evidently, my College Clock is not well suited for the rotation my family has adopted during the Coronacation.