I'm still doing real well. I was just outside filling my bird feeders and watering my plants. I guess I it took a while for me to recover from my feelings being hurt by a family situation back in May. I didn't think I would recover . . . but I did. I always do, eventually. I must remember that the next time I feel wounded by something. I'm lucky. The lows are are dismal to go thru, but they don't last for a long time, though it can feel like they do.