Sleep deprived and feeling the pressure of impending work deadlines, I did something I shouldn’t have done.
I drank coffee.
But, the story doesn’t end there. When I reached the bottom of my first cup, I grabbed a second. So, I felt a little wired. Not a big deal, right? It would pass.
Then my husband, kind man that he is, returned from the store bearing gifts. It was late afternoon, and I needed a lift to make it through a client phone meeting.