Be on a sun lounger on a beach - temperature about 27-28 degrees - sea calm and warm.
I've built up a bit of a tan, so I don't have to slather myself in factor 50 every ten minutes.
I am reading the first book of a trilogy and I'm completely hooked.
The loungers are served by a small beach cafe, so I can get an iced coffee when I need one.
I am no longer single and there is a delightful OH on the sun lounger next to me, who will happily apply the sun tan lotion to my back when I do need it and he'll do it properly going all the way to the edges and not just slapping a big lump in the middle.
The DC will have brought friends with them and they'll be having happy, but innocent teenagerish fun and won't ask for more money every 2 minutes, or be disgustingly hungover and retching on the sun lounger beside me, or endlessly asking me to take photos of them for their instagram page, or asking if they can go to a really dubious looking nightclub that doesn't even open until 11pm.
Instead I'll be at work, trying to look busy and not bludgeon my boss with the heavy duty stapler.