I bit the bullet and went to the local Strawberry Festival with my family. It's the first time I've felt like doing something with them in over a year. I usually avoid this festival as it's pretty much crowded and overpriced, but I managed not to be a crab even though we got rained on (without umbrellas) during the long walk back to the car as we left. My husband said it was a nice experience. Maybe the Vraylar the doctor started me on for extreme depression is starting to help? The jury's still out on that one.