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	<title>Be-Mused -- Karen Templeton</title>
	<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com</link>
	<description>As good a place as any to corral some of those scattered thoughts. . .</description>
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		<title>We&#8217;ve moved!</title>
		<description>	As of November 12/2005, you can find my blog  here. 
	See ya in the new digs!

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		<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com/2005/11/13/weve-moved/</link>
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		<title>Column&#8217;s up, but I&#8217;m not</title>
		<description>	Well, technically I am, or I wouldn&#8217;t be writing this, but the brain is definitely still back in Sleepy Land.  
	Anyway, you can read my latest ramblings over on  Romancing the Blog .   
	So go.  Read.  Comment, if the mood strikes. 

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		<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com/2005/11/12/columns-up-but-im-not/</link>
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		<title>I guess it&#8217;s still morning</title>
		<description>	School&#8217;s closed for Veteran&#8217;s Day, so Dad and Mom slept in.  Actually I got up at 6, wandered groggily around cyberspace for a while, then went back to bed.  Next thing I knew, it was 9:30. And let me tell you something, it&#8217;s moments like that when I ...</description>
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		<title>After 27 years. . .</title>
		<description>	For several weeks, a strange, pink, obviously-meant-for-a-guy (even though it&#8217;s pink) T-shirt has been keeping the box of Splenda, basket of drawing stuff from #5, dust bunnies and super-sized jug of Snuggle company on our dryer.  Today, #3 comes to me, shirt in hand, to say that, yes, it&#8217;s ...</description>
		<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com/2005/11/11/after-27-years/</link>
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		<title>Of math and maps and stems and leaves</title>
		<description>	Okay, if I said &#8220;stems and leaves,&#8221; what subject would immediately spring to mind?   Betcha it wouldn&#8217;t be fifth grade math.  Unless you&#8217;re the parent of a recent fifth grader, at any rate.  So yesterday, kid comes home from school, I go through the &#8220;What homework ...</description>
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		<title>What, doesn&#8217;t your soap smile at you?</title>
		<description>	So today, with the cold-fog more or less cleared from the brain and in the stark light of day, I got a good look at the sink in the upstairs bathroom.  Euuwww, in a word.  And since the bathroom fairies are obviously hanging out with the dinner fairies ...</description>
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		<title>Back from the dead</title>
		<description>	At least that&#8217;s what it feels like.  Man, go lie down for a few minutes, wake up two hours later wondering who slipped what into my Pepsi One.  Dreamt I was in a dance studio, trying to perfect my grand jete (&#8221;big leap,&#8221; FYI).  Not sure how ...</description>
		<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com/2005/11/05/back-from-the-dead/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Just&#8221; desserts</title>
		<description>	Had to lie down three times today (when the body says, &#8220;Knock it off,&#8221; I&#8217;ve learned to listen), but I finally got through the galleys for the March book.  Turns out I used &#8220;just&#8221; roughly five million times.  I&#8217;m usually more aware of repetition (since it&#8217;s a huge ...</description>
		<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com/2005/11/04/just-desserts/</link>
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		<title>Nizzible</title>
		<description>	D0n&#8217;t mean to be neglectful, really, but have been dealing with a head-cold the past couple of days that has clogged my brain.  Not that I&#8217;m on death&#8217;s door or anything, but things like making the kid&#8217;s lunch &#8212; or blogging &#8212; are proving daunting, just at the moment. ...</description>
		<link>http://karentempleton.blogsome.com/2005/11/03/nizzible/</link>
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		<title>I feel. . .nekkid</title>
		<description>	In preparation for going over my galleys for A HUSBAND&#8217;S WATCH, I had to clean off my desk, which is actually one of those long white buffet tables they sell at Sam&#8217;s.  The detritus included the old dictionary and falling-apart thesaurus, at least six spiral notebooks, two stacks of ...</description>
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