I've now been blogging about COVID-19 for about a year and a half. As a society, we've used that time to argue constantly, and totally...

This week, Texas got about two million doses of the COVID-19 vaccine. Despite the pause in the Johnson & Johnson vaccine, local health departments have not paused efforts to improve distribution.

Earlier this week, I was charged with investigating lines at the vaccine hub at Fair Park in Dallas.

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

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

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.

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."

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 how I've covered the Palace Theater's stalwart light bulb vigorously. And by "vigorously," I mean, "once."

At the risk of editorializing, I think many of us would agree 2020 has been a borderline grind.

This week, the li'l munchkins of TCU are moving into their dorms. TCU has taken steps to try to slow the spread of COVID-19. They'll isolate students who test positive and set them up with care coordinators to set up virtual classwork.

This weekend, the 2020 MLB season is getting underway.

My apologies, everyone. I'm pretty sure I'm responsible for this whole COVID-19 situation. I didn't realize it until this week.

Back in aught-five, I had settled into Hermiston, SuperOregon. Recent College Graduate Scaia was longing for a new adventure. Growing up in the heart of the Cincinnati-Dayton corridor and visiting family in New York and New England as a young'n, I was ready to get away from it all.