Was That Really a Decaf?

It was 10 p.m. and I ordered a decaf cappuccino at the restaurant, after dinner—for my dessert. I  joked with Tony and MJ, who are visiting from Florida and were saying Decaf? What’s the point?, that I would be up all night if the waiter made a mistake and gave me regular. /Here’s your decaf cappy, he said as he put the white cup and saucer in front of me./Alas, I was up til 4:30 a.m. /Dragging now. Spotify music helping as I watch Punchy make her ponytail and send her to brush her teeth. Dan took car early to mechanic Jason. Must drag self down to throw some items in lunchbag. Sugar also wants out....

Postscript at 7:23 p.m. while Punch is in her Friday 6 to 8 p.m. gymnastics class: I did end up yelling/screaming a little before school. I am not perfect, but a work in progress.