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I am thankful:

That I have the wherewithal, the resources, and above all the freedom to succeed at pretty much anything I choose if I am willing to work hard and make small sacrifices.
That my friends are in the same general boat, whether they know it or not.
That people are finally finally getting angry enough about our current political situation that they're getting involved when they weren't ever before.
That my family becomes less annoying as I become more myself.
That some team of chemists invented Prozac.
That I live in the time when The Lord of the Rings was adapted into beautiful, thrilling movies.
That fandom exists.
That spiced-pear chutney exists.

The food, as usual, was supreme - my favorite meal of the year. Must. Remember. Pirano. Cheese.

The company was startlingly not annoying.

And continuing in the tradition of annual proof that I share a sense of humor with my father, but not my mother:

Dad: I like your new hair - that's a nice cut on you.
Me: Yeah, it's Chunky White Dyke Haircut #2, but hey, I'll take it.
Dad: I thought that was when it's cropped really close to the head - and grey!
Me: Nah, that's Chunky White Dyke Haircut #1!
Mom: (in all seriousness) Are you trying to tell us something?
Me: (pause) Yes, mom, I thought it was time you knew - I'm white.
(Me and Dad laugh like loons. Mom continues to looks concerned.)

Ah, well. Whaddayagonnado.