Shortest night of my life

I wanted to double check this after I'd slept, so I slept, and now I've double checked it. The night before I arrived in Greece was literally the shortest of my life. Sunset occured shortly after we left Boston (since we were delayed for oh-so-long on the runway) and sunrise occured just over Scotland. With the change in time zones, that shaved off about five hours of my night, making it last just over five hours. Time flies when you're flying. I also got to see the sunrise, which from the altitude I was at made the horizon look like one big rainbow with the purest colors imaginable. Alas, no pictures. I'll get some of the apartment in the next few days, though.