Todays fantasy:

It's raining, just a light rain, and there's a wood fire in the fireplace. It's a sunday and there's no housework to be done. There's the smell of slow-cooked meat and veggies and fresh bread, mingling with the smell of the fire.
Through the window, I can see ducks. NPR is on. I have a fresh book to read and also a couple of new magazines. I have a cup of maple tea and some homemade scones and jam. (or maybe croissants and honey?) There's a really good bottle of red wine for supper. I'll put my boots on and go feed the animals, it's mild out and smells like wet grass and flowers. Maybe there are some fresh eggs to bring in.

Yes, I am such an old lady. And yes, one day soon, this WILL not be a fantasy but a real sunday experience.