Uncle Henry

The persistent rain and cold has dampened everyone's spirits, but none more than my Uncle Henry.  At the age of 33, he's too old for all this climatic nonsense.  This past weekend, the Sun shone on us for the first time in eons.

And it felt good to be able to relax. Henry finally got to lay down for a rest.

Worried there was something wrong with Henry, I sat with him for 15 minutes.
Nothing wrong with him, only dreadfully tired.  Aren't we all.  

Keep sleeping, I got your back.