Words cannot describe how good if feels to be back home in Boston. I almost went to hug my refrigerator the moment I stepped into my condo. Well…almost. I feel as though I just stepped out of the past and into modern civilization through some portal from the Twilight Zone (I’m actually thinking of a specific episode). Luckily, I now have a bit of time before my next rotation begins. Unfortunately, my ciricadian rhythm over the past few days has been completely thrown off – not because of jet-lag or anything, but by the lack of a regular work day. While I’ve been busy running errands and catching up with my life, not having the necessity of waking up at 6am each morning to do so can be pretty disorienting, especially when I’m home alone. I don’t know how people who work from home do it. It probably requires a level of discipline that I just don’t have.