It's been a while since I was stuck in the muck of depression. In these sunny times, I forget what it feels like. That's a good thing.

We're off to Victoria, B.C. this weekend to celebrate the Julies birthday. We're even taking a boat.

It's not a cruise (thankfully) but a boat to get us from point A to point B. Cruises scare me. Too many people in too small of a space with too much fake happiness. It's the introvert in me: cruises are designed for happy-go-lucky extroverts--people who consider meeting new people in strange environments an enjoyable and energy-providing experience. I hate those people.