Just sitting around doing nothing

I was sitting at home last night thinking:

I wish I could just sit around and not have to worry about going to work tomorrow and just read my books and stay up late and get up late in the morning and lounge around and make myself a big breakfast and maybe go for a walk with the dog if I felt like it and come back when I wanted to and then do some more reading. I would go back to work at some point. Just not yet.

My fantasy seemed really naughty and subversive.

But then I realised I'd just invented the holiday.