'Tis the season for saying 'tis. 'Tis also the season for bell-ringers at every store. I was thinking about them today. Thinking about them for a long time. Thinking about how they ring that bell allllllll day. Ding a ding a ling a ding ding ding ding. Does it give them a headache? Do they hate bells after they are done? Or more likely, are they eventually able to tune them out and hear less of that ongoing bell? Do they hear bells when someone else is ringing them? Can they go somewhere else in their brains and think about other things and not hear the bell at all? "It seems almost impossible," I thought to myself. At the same moment that I thought that, I became aware that the room was silent, signaling that Camryn was finished telling me another one of her dreams in excruciating detail. "Wow, Cams. That's really weird," I said - even though I hadn't heard a single word.