As you can see, yours truly is immersed in some serious work, but can’t stop singing Perry Como (or is it Peggy Lee?) at the top of my lungs to an empty house. This is serious procrastination.
“Oh it’s a good day for singing a song… and it’s a good day for movin along! It’s a good day, how could anything go wrong! ….It’s a good day from mornin till niiiight!!”