I attempted it again yesterday morning. Going out to the mail box in my PJs. Luckily, I'm not that modest. Plus, after the experience of giving birth (twice), the idea of modesty is pretty much out the window, anyway.
So, I went out in my PJs and Crocs. I would've worn my sock monkey slippers if the sidewalk hadn't been wet with rain. And I was seen. I was seen by two male neighbors, both old enough to be my father. We all waved, no big deal. But I just had to laugh at myself. It is always such a calculated risk.
And on a different note, by posting the ubiquitous photo looking down at my feet, I have joined the ranks of so many blogs I like to look at. I think maybe I'm a real blogger now.