Didja miss me yet?

Some of you may have actually noticed that I have been absent from these pages for a few days. The reason is that I have been in the grip of a seriously nasty bug which has kept me feeling quite miserable. I am recovering slowly. Perhaps my age is slowing my recovery - I just don't bounce back like I did when I was younger. At any rate the recovery is much too slow to suit me, but I'm doing my best to be patient and to be a good patient. And I hope to return to regular posting here quite soon. Thank you to those who have noticed and have actually asked about my absence. I appreciate you more than I can possibly express.  

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  1. David M. Gascoigne,November 11, 2025 at 4:08 AM

    I had noticed that you were absent, Dorothy, and thought that you were perhaps busy and lacked the time to put together the roundup and select the Sunday poem. I am sorry to hear that you are not well and hope for your speedy recovery. With my very best wishes - David

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  2. jabblogNovember 11, 2025 at 4:26 AM

    I'm so sorry you're unwell, Dorothy, and hope you're on the road to recovery now. Keep warm and hydrated and indulge in whatever pleases you . . . possibly lots of sleep!

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  3. AlanaNovember 11, 2025 at 4:44 PM

    I hope you get better soon. Sleep is the best medicine. We miss you but also understand.

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  4. Lark November 11, 2025 at 7:32 PM

    I'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well! I was hoping your absence was because of something good...like a vacation. Here's hoping you start feeling better soon!!!

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  5. Captivated ReaderNovember 12, 2025 at 9:51 AM

    Hugs to you, Dorothy! I hope you feel better soon!

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  6. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzNovember 12, 2025 at 1:01 PM

    I've been offline, at the book festival, for the last few days. I am so sorry that you have been ill. I do not recover like I used to, so I understand taking things slowly for a while.

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  7. thecuecardNovember 17, 2025 at 1:25 PM

    Hugs Dorothy. I hope you are feeling much better this week. Get plenty of rest and vitamins.

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