I'm in my second half-century, so you'd think I'd know better when indulging, but no... not really. Last night, Thing One and I went to a nearby tapas restaurant. I'd had a difficult day that I won't go into yet, but let's just say I needed to relax. So we opened with a before-dinner drink (I had a caipirinha). Then we shared a nice rioja.
It was when the dessert menu came with its selection of post-prandial offerings that I made the mistake. Yes, I succumbed... to the lure of a cappuccino.
Wait, what? Yes, I had a cappuccino.
In my defense, I was tired. It was only 7:30. I thought that having all that alcohol would be ok, that the caffeine wouldn't affect me. Hah! I've been up since 3:06, having barely dozed all night. I should have gone with decaf, or just abstained.
I'm such a wuss.