A little after 10:00 AM Chris began to stir as the window shades let the morning sun flicker in, his head ached terribly and he refused to get up at first.  He reached over to hug his wife and was a bit taken back to discover he was in bed alone.  His hand fumbled on to a piece of paper on April's pillow and he wiped the sleep from his eyes before squinting at it......"picking up the car....headed to the craft fair" he mumbled......"wow, I drank a lot" he thought to himself.  He vaguely remembered the restaurant or leaving it, but apparently they did indeed take a taxi.  He laid back down, not wanting to get up, even though he had a few errands to do around the house, the bed felt too good to get out of.  Plus any sudden movements shot a thunderous headache into his brain, he had to get up and get some water and Aspirin, but not just yet.