My neighbor across the street came running over:
I'm so glad to see you! No one's seen you in a long time. Everyone was worried. We hadn't seen you! I'm glad you're all right. I was worried. No one had seen you!
Apparently, I had been presumed dead by at least two neighbors.
Admittedly, I don't leave the house that often. We do eat out a lot of evenings and I run a few errands a week, but since I work from home, I spend most of my time, well, home. You do realize in modern society there is almost no need to leave the house (
Campbell ScottI still love you). Also, my dog died almost 3 months ago. She was an ailing pup and when she was still with us, I was out there like 5 times a day helping her do her business. Her absence precipitated my absence from the great outdoors, which brought an abrupt end to frequent neighbor-waving and occasional chit-chattiness. It was also winter, so it's not like I was trimming the yard or sitting on the front porch enjoying the weather. My neighbor had obviously missed my brief appearances over the last few months. But I don't exactly stroll or saunter. I tend to whisk and breeze. I must move quicker than I realized. Either that or I become invisible to others when ultraviolet light hits my body.
Anyway, I am alive.