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I'm still here!

Thank you to all my readers who have noticed and questioned my absence on these pages recently. As some of you know, I suffered a fall that required a few days in the hospital and then rehabilitation and, for a while, it limited my ability to post here. Happily, I am at home now and recovering and I hope to be back to my normal activities soon. 

Thank you again for your concern and please keep checking on "The Nature of Things." Hopefully, you will be seeing me here again on a regular basis quite soon. 

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  1. David M. Gascoigne,December 16, 2025 at 6:09 AM

    It’s great to hear from you, Dorothy, no to know that everything is going well. Take good care and come back when you can. Best wishes - David

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  2. Captivated ReaderDecember 17, 2025 at 5:42 PM

    I'm glad you are back home, Dorothy, and are recovering. I had noticed your absence amd was hoping that you were busy with the holiday and and/or on a vacation!

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  3. AlanaDecember 18, 2025 at 4:05 PM

    Happy to know you are back home and continue on the mend.

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  4. Lark December 21, 2025 at 12:55 PM

    I'm glad you're home and recovering well. I'm so sorry that you ended up in the hospital. At least you'll be in your own home for Christmas. I hope it's a very merry one for you! :D

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  5. thecuecardDecember 22, 2025 at 6:11 AM

    I hope you're all right .... and will be recovered soon. I'm sorry to hear of your fall. I hope you have happy holidays with your family at home. take care!

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  6. TomDecember 22, 2025 at 2:33 PM

    ...Dorothy you are in good company, I fell and "enjoyed" a long day's stay in the ER. Take care and be well and have a very Merry Christmas.

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  7. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzDecember 24, 2025 at 8:31 AM

    I'm so glad to hear that you are okay! I have been worried about you. We must do everything we can to avoid falling, I think. Merry Christmas, Dorothy!

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