There was something amiss. He could not put his finger on it but a part of his brain knew there was something definitely wrong. “I can’t tax my brains right now” he muttered to himself. “Getting up so early in the morning during such harsh winters is bad enough” he grumbled. His hand felt something wet on the pillow and he realized, to his chagrin that he had drooled onto his pillow in his sleep. A small smile played on his face as he thought about the fabulous dinner he had had the previous evening. “The food was an absolutely feast – visually and taste wise and the sublime live music just added a whole lot of authenticity to the pleasurable ambience. That vocalist was so good,” he thought.