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You might feel a lot of ways about the weather we're having. Today was a prime opportunity to shove my microphone in the face of people who were filling their gas tank.

The editorial board here at 1 Scaianalysis Esplanade can only provide so many pick-me-ups.

This week, Fort Worth started moving into a new city hall.

I got my first dose of the COVID-19 vaccine today.

I've been watching the impeachment proceedings today, listening to analysts breathlessly declare (at the risk of editorializing, some were even borderline agog) that never in history had a president been impeached twice.

Even the Germans think we've gone too far.

Loyal Scaiaholics recall that, unfailingly, each December, I post a "year in review" blog. And by "unfailingly," I mean, "twice in the past five years."

I believe HIPAA laws dictate, when the COVID-19 vaccine becomes widely available, your healthcare provider is required to provide a doctor or nurse to administer the vaccine and also an assistant to take a picture of you smiling reassuringly into the camera and possibly giving a thumbs up.

This year, we all have a lot of grievances to air.

I may never have mentioned this before, but I was in a minor fender bender (or kerfluffle, if you will) about six years ago. Each December, an associate texts me to congratulate me on my "staying alive anniversary."

Our nation may feel divided right now. We may have talk radio hosts who believe a civil war would be amazing for ratings.

Movies about dinosaurs have long been an aid to the development of our society, despite the extinction of dinosaurs allowing humans to evolve. For instance, Jurassic Park taught us if Wayne Knight shows up with shaving cream, be wary: the dinosaurs will be fixin' to take back what's theirs.

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my rich history with the ambulance provider, MedStar.

This Thanksgiving I'm thankful for humanity. Sure, society and I have had our disagreements, but this week is making us all focus on what we have to be thankful for. I was at an affair Tuesday night in Dallas. While driving home, I noticed some thunderclouds lighting up. Thinking nothing of it, I went to sleep as the line of storms moved in.

Today, Santa Claus is making his arrival at Galleria Dallas. You might think Santa Claus doesn't have to follow COVID-19 restrictions. You might be a fool.

Doctors and nurses are too good to call us idiots. That's how we got the phrase, "COVID fatigue," so they can gently inform us that wearing a mask without your nose tucked in doesn't, technically, perform the functions of a "mask."

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall how my associates and I had plotted out an epic road trip to take in this year's Pendleton Round-Up in SuperOregon.

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my complicated history with Alex Trebek. All accounts are that Trebek (I’ll still really hit the “T,” but do so in a more somber fashion) was a wonderful man who established a genuine connection with fans and contestants.

This is a period of great political strife, and by "political strife," I mean, "We were all looking forward to seeing fewer political posts on Facebook."

The year was 2016. On election night, I was catching up with elected officials at local watch parties .