Sometimes, Yeast Doesn't Make Dough Raise

Sometimes, yeast just doesn't work right. It's like all the oomph has fizzled out. It's gone flat. Literally. I'm sure you can infer that I attempted to make something today which called for yeast. The working kind. Not the kind I used. Yeah. So, without further preamble, I must say, simply, that I am thankful for:

1. Yeast. Live yeast, that is. And then I can be thankful for light apple fritters, instead of heavy ones.
2. The delicious anticipation that comes when one is looking forward to sampling something which promises to be good. I mean, if it smells good, it should taste good, too. Right? Preparing your taste buds with a sense of expectancy just adds a happy little promise to an otherwise typical fall day.
3. Heavy, rich cream. And clotted cream, too.