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Eyewear Wide Shut

Until I recover from my illness, I won't be posting here. Hope to return in late October or November. In the meantime, please do enjoy the numerous reviews, features and essays already provided. In its small way, Eyewear has become a resource. I hope to be able to continue adding to this resource in the future, with many good reviews and features in the pipeline. Thanks to all those who have followed this blog over the years.

Comments

Andrew Philip said…
Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Todd.
Anonymous said…
Get well soon Todd

Tom x
Sue Guiney said…
Best of luck, Todd, and I wish you a speedy recovery.
Sue Guiney
Angela France said…
Wishing you well, Todd.
Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

Sorry to hear that you're shutting down pro tem but your health is the most important thing. Rusty and I wish you a very speedy recovery.

Best wishes from Simon & Rusty
Liz said…
Hope your health is improving, Todd.
Take care,
Liz
Anonymous said…
Best of luck, Todd - you'll get over this! I know an eighty-year old who has recovered from the same complaint. Don't let it stop you from wide-reading, writing and ruminating - those are the important things. Time for a rest, perhaps... and then a fresh start. Best wishes, Pat

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