Today I am in Michigan. After a dawn journey through the air, followed by short jaunt in the car up to Saginaw, I was greeted by many relatives and a bountiful table of food. My parents and I got most of our liberal political conversation out of the way on the drive up from Detroit, which was probably good, seeing as we had previously promised each other not to start anything with our slightly conservative suburban brethren, and the meal proceeded in a warm and jovial fashion. I was somewhat out of it, having slept a grand total of an hour in the airplane, so I left the brunt of the conversation fall to my witty medical student sister, who regaled us with tales of plebotomy practice and other needle related incidents. I, having the tendency to keel over at the mere sight of such implements, thank my lucky stars that none of the courses in animator school ever involved practicing injections. Now, the next day, we relax at my grandmother’s house, chatting over cold turkey sandwiches and tea. Having a smart phone changes the dynamic, as this intenet-less house does not necessarily preclude us from sharing our favorite youtube cats. (Maru is win.) All in all, I am generally thankful for the chance to see my family. Also, I give thanks for standard poodles. Definetely standard poodles.