Jet Lag

It's 3:54 in the morning and I'm typing this post. Why? Because I have a strong case of jet lag and do not feel tired at all. The funny thing, for me, is that I hate it when I have jet lag, but then when it finally wears off and I adjust again, I miss it! (sigh)
We arrived home at 9 p.m. on December 31, 2014. The weirdest thing that happened on the first night was that Mom and Toblerone slept from 12a.m. 'till 6:45 p.m.! That's how they spent New Year's Day, sleeping for almost 19 hours straight with no "breaks" in between.
The second night, I went to sleep at 7:45 feeling like I could sleep for a year. But when I woke up, all refreshed and ready to start the day, it was. . . 11:02 p.m. My first thought was "Did I sleep almost 'till lunchtime?" Then I looked out the window, saw the darkness of night, and then thought "Bother! I slept for less than 4 hours! :P I went to sleep again, then woke up at 1, then 2, then 3:45. Since Tiger Lily was also awake at the time, we both simultaneously decided that we were hungry and raided the fridge and pantry for a snack.
The third night, I woke up several times at strange hours and had Toblerone sleep in my bed.
And the fourth night, this night, I decided to type this post early, early in the morning.

I feel kinda sleepy now. Good night. Or is it Good Morning?