Counting blessings

Lately when I go sleep under my killer organic sheets with my ceiling fan whirring away making white noise and my cat curled up on the top of my head, I find myself thinking, "Does it get any better? I have everything. What more could I ask for?" Then the next day always seems to bring more joy, excitement, and learning. So that night I have to think the same thing again, "No really, does it get any better?"
The fam is in good health and I get to spend lots of time with them in person and online.
My roof hasn't blown off in over a year and my home is often filled with friends. I am getting a new roommate and she seems wonderful! She has even promised not to pilfer my steak knives like the last one did.
Work gets me excited and I actually look forward to going to the office, even on Mondays. Mostly.
Grad school is rockin and the people I've met so far all seem to have life stories that could fill dozens of best-selling novels.
Sometimes I almost feel guilty about how great everything is going for me, as if I should pad the truth when people ask how I'm doing, but I am so happy I don't think I could hide it if I tried.
I am so blessed, in so many ways.