I never really considered myself a fader, as I just walked away after day three of my DC in July, 2011. I was literally stalked every day (text messages, VM, cards from children of eldubs (seriously?), notes in the door, mags in the door, emails. . . you get the picture) for five full months; and then it stopped abruptly, except for the text message inquiries regarding my safety before, during and after Hurricanes Irene and Sandy (We live in a mandatory evacuation zone.)
Now we have Blizzard Charlotte. Buried in 32 inches of snow, drifts to four feet and winds gusting over 50 mph, most in our area are without power; and it is blissfully quiet here. No inquiring eldubs! Have I crossed some magical threshold into the land of freedom? Is there some cut-off date for inactive pubs and then poof-- no more safety checks? Please tell me it is so!
(Sorry about the font size. I can't seem to make it larger!)