I’m thankful for my years of being free in the wild. For being taught by my parents as a young kit to think for myself and be independent. For being able to see in the black of night. For being fitted up in a splendiferous fur coat that kept me toasty in frosty weather. For knowing when to silently leap from a bank onto an unsuspecting hopping morsel so neither he, nor I, endured more of a skirmish than necessary. Even for the swiftness of a single bullet versus the mauling of a wolf’s ripping jaw. I’m thankful for the solitude of last night. And for the growing anticipation of all the sideshows likely to transpire as this night progresses. Thanks be to the god who banishes boredom.