And like usual, I am proven wrong in my cynicism. Thank God.

I woke up to my brother calling, then telling my mom he woke me up and telling her to call me.
She calls and sings to me...
"A turkey sat on a backyard fence and sang a sad, sad song...
Thanksgiving Day is coming, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
And I know I'll be eaten soooo-ooo-ooo-ooon!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
I would like to run awa-a-a-a-a-a-a-y!
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
I don't like Thanksgiving Da-a-ay!"
I love that woman. She makes me giggle.
Then, up, walk and feed dog, veg, go to work at 12...
Worked all day in the dog daycare giving extra lurve to the dogs because they are all stuck here for the holiday.
After a full day of work, one of my most delightful coworker/friends came all the way from the suburbs to bring me a plate of her Thanksgiving dinner with family.
How. Thoughtful.
Unbelievable.
Just because she knows I am without loved ones.
And then, it was really Thanksgiving.
Thanks Shannon. Thanks dogs.
Happy Thanksgiving.