when it matters most

I suppose it's most important to remember gratitude when one is feeling down, so here goes....

I'm grateful for cats.
I'm grateful for my hair, which still looks fine even on mornings when I drastically oversleep and don't have time to drag a comb through it.
I'm grateful for the memory of my piano teacher, Barbara Call, who used to say, "Give me a minute Jennifer... I just need to drag a comb through this mop," "this mop" being her head of wiry gray-brown hair, which she curled using bobby pins.
I'm grateful for comments on my blog.
I'm grateful for having a job.
I'm grateful for my memory.
I'm grateful for someone who's seen me at my worst so many times yet still loves and stands by me.