The chill of recent February days—especially in the mornings—has got me resorting to bigly desperate measures. Oddly, even though I have barely a skiff of head fur, my noggin has stayed relatively warm this winter. My ears, however, have felt frosty as all get-out—especially my Spock ear. To protect my ears from what feels like frost-bite, I have resorted to wearing a pair of oversized earmuffs, both outdoors and indoors. It works. A side effect of wearing this ear-y fashion accessory is that I am deafer than usual. No one seems to mind I can hear nary a thing as I move through the community. I think it’s because Bow Tie o’ the Day casts a pleasant aura around me even though I have no idea what’s going on wherever I go. Being purposefully oblivious to what’s happening around me has been a nice temporary treat. I highly recommend knowing nothing—except what’s going on inside your own brain—as an every-once-in-a-while way to be. Wearing earbuds underneath your earmuffs while your playlist tunes blare in your ears for you only is a blissful bonus. You can always pay attention to everybody else and their problems tomorrow.