I am thankful for triple-paned glass.
I am thankful for the diphtheria-polio-tetanus shot.
Along the same lines, I’m quite enamored with weathervanes, especially the ones that aren’t roosters.
I really like copper that oxidizes into that unmistakable green.
I am thankful for time-lapse cameras.
Likewise, I’m thankful for how breathtaking nature documentaries have become.
I am thankful for the ocelot and kinkajou (although I could do without the spotted hyena and wolverine).
I am thankful for profanity.
I am thankful for my doubters.
I am thankful for microwave popcorn, magnets and sledding.
I am thankful for the Tar Heels, whatever the outcome, and feel sorry for those without some guys to root for.
And I am beyond thankful for whatever syzygy of planets that allowed me to be with Tessa, and produce such a little punkinpants as Lucy; with them in my life I shall never know want.
[UPDATE: Welcome New York Times readers! Won’t you stay a while? – ed.]