I am thankful for my past, present, and future. For participles, dangled or modified, and every hidden semantic crystal that barks or bristles.
For who wouldn’t want utterly trivial matters to pursue? And thoughts to hold captive with only eight minutes of fresh air time a day?
And who wouldn’t marvel at the bracketed and underscored arsenal at the disposal of fine men?
And for koalas and their stupefying sound effects. Who knew?