This week, the president unveiled the Highly Anticipated Fake News Awards This is not going to be a blog about politics. The other side also put out a Highly Anticipated response.

This is going to be a blog about reporters’ brains. The president may have a point, everybody. Reporters’ brains don’t seem to work that well. Someone even did a study on it. A Highly Anticipated study that finds, for the first time ever, that reporters like a strong drink to counter-act deadline pressure and pressure from the audience. But the drink will not be water. According to the study, we do not care for water.

I am a bit disappointed I wasn’t even nominated, though. For cryin’ out loud, I was assigned to drive into a hurricane last year, got fired for driving into the hurricane and then STILL didn’t have the sense to not get another job as a reporter.

I feel like that’s more worthy of a hilarious “fail” award than accusing the president of overfeeding some fish.

I’m moving on from that, and it’s a process. In fact, when I started at KRLD, an associate lovingly commented that I had become too caught up in work, and my ego was making me fidgety about what stories I was working on for the new station.

So, having been shut out of the Highly Anticipated-ies, I’m finally learning how to disconnect. I’ve been hitting the water pretty hard already today, in fact.

In defense of the Highly Anticipated-ies, I covered a Donald Trump rally in Austin in 2016. I didn’t take that many pictures of the crowd, though. I was more focused on the head of the local Republican party wearing a court jester hat.

Maybe I’ll sneak into the American Airlines Center late at night when no one is in the stands and the lights are out and tweet, “Crowd looks sparse for the Trump or Oprah or Whoever you Oppose Rally!”

Looking back at some old blogs, I see that I was able to find some time for Scaia back in the olden days. Maybe I got too far away from Pretzel Time. Maybe I had come to rely too much on access to the region’s tartest jams.

I do have a way with words, but I’m going to start relaxing again. Reporters don’t get enough sleep. Today, I was sure to get a full eight hours and then still take a nap. Maybe this adjustment won’t be so bad after all.

That’ll give me the energy I need to campaign for next year’s award season.

​And also figure out just the right amount of vermouth to put in the martini I have as I walk up to the morning meeting in my newsroom [the answer is zero vermouth].