I'm grateful for:
110. How Sandy washes my hair.
111. How Steve's hand fits perfectly on the back of my neck.
112. A warm afternoon.
113. Root beer and pizza.
114. My tremors are the benign variety and the Dr. told me not to come back.
115. How the feeling I have right now, being so close to finishing the first part of a writing project, reminds me of riding bikes with my friends down this big hill, and the hope there wouldn't be traffic at the intersection at the bottom so we wouldn't have to brake and we could let the momentum carry us as far as it would.