Procafinating.

It’s raining like crazy out, K’s gone to work, Z’s still sleeping, and I’m on to another cup of coffee and some leftover danish from Randy. I’m procastinating on doing the household chores. I don’t know how people in Seattle or Portland ever get anything done.

If you’d like to procastinate with me, grab a warm beverage of your choice and press play to these truly old school jams.