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I did nothing this week. Certainly nothing worth mentioning. I had a few projects but never finished them, though one is close. And this was stuff I normally do in an afternoon. But I had a cold and just couldn't seem to get out of bed for more than an hour at a time.

Thing is, this is rare for me. I'm one of those people who hates-- HATES-- inactivity. I may not do something others view as worthwhile, but on an average day I do a LOT. Even if it's just picking up kids, finishing some ideas, or getting the dog to the groom. Most days I run errands at least once-- usually two or three times, since I do my mom's and she has the attention span and memory capacity of a gnat. I also try to get to one of my cafe spots for at least an hour of writing. It may be crap, it may be something I toss out, but it's work that keeps me going.

This week? Nope. Even Max, who is very hyperactive, seemed to be unwilling to go further than the edge of the patio for a pee. He flopped on the couch with me, sucked up for treats, and snored. I have to admit... I didn't do much more than that myself.

So here is the week, in summation, as interpreted by an anonymous pug on Youtube, since doing our own video would have required... err... doing something.