Henry's Diary

It's the second day this week that I've been late for a meeting.  No one says anything but there's just this feeling. It's probably nothing. It's probably just me being paranoid. It's just I've never been late like this before not like this. I don't understand what's going on, I use to enjoy what I did.  But now somehow I just can't seem to drag myself out of bed. I use to love to get to work, to get to the bank but I don't know.., I have to stop taking it out on Jane its not her fault.   I just , we just need a holiday that's all.  Once we get away for a while everything will be just fine.  Just fine.