2) My health. It's true; I'm turning into the pill queen. But it could be much, much worse.
3) My Sweet Baboo.
4) My children. They've all turned out pretty well, and they still like me.
5) My inlaws. Given the lack of family I currently have, my inlaws are the best family I could have. They are nice, normal people. I've heard some inlaw horror stories. I have nothing to contribute.

Nary a stress fracture nor problem.
7) My hair. Very little gray. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

9) My mind. I'm grateful that at any time I can decide to go to school and find it an easy endeavor.

11) My hips. Ditto.
12) Our little house in the hills.
13) Popcorn.
13) Crackling fires of cedar and pinon.