This photo is more documentation of a somewhat rare happening: my neck is not be-decked with any neck-cessories. I figured the bow tied deer on my Face Mask o’ the Day and the bow tie on my t-shirt’s gingerbread dude sufficiently combine into a slew of Bow Ties o’ the Day, in order to make up for my own neck’s nakedness.
I’ve been bad, folks. I’ve been shirking my TIE O’ THE DAY holiday duties this December. First, I didn’t even attempt my annual task of wearing all the holiday neckwear I can possibly fit into the month. And then, I have gone whole days without posting any neckwear at all—whether Christmas or otherwise. I dunno what’s up with me, but I’m not in the Christmas groove. Excuse my French, but I’m just half-assing it this year. I don’t think it has anything to do with my bipolar pendulum. Nor does it seem to have anything to do with my on-going recovery from my pancreas surgery in October. (My Hanky Panky is healing up right on schedule, although my stamina still doesn’t have much stamina to it.) I’m not reeking of bigly bah humbug. There’s nothing overly tragic going on in my life. Still, I just seem to have gradually opted out of the holiday hustling and bustling for some reason. Indeed, I’m quite passionless about the 2021 holiday season. The reason for this is a complete mystery to me. And I’ve decided it’s a mystery I’m not going to worry about right now—except that I feel guilty about possibly letting down my TIE O’ THE DAY readers who tune in here regularly to see the eccentric array of festive Christmas neckwear I so freely and obnoxiously offer up for y’all’s viewing pleasure. Forgive my current slacking, but I think I’m going to roll with this laggard vibe a little longer. In fact, I’m rather enjoying being a temporary slug and accomplishing very little of consequence—for a brief time anyway. That sounds sort of like a vacation, eh? Maybe that’s all I needed.