Having an artist's retreat in my home, which could consist of reading, writing (with prompts perhaps), putting up poetry in frames as art, walking around outside, drawing and making an effort not to drive anywhere except the bank to put some checks in. And going to the little cafe for coffee and maybe french toast.
Reupholstering a chair. Or at least making a muslin for the eventual reupholsterment. Or putting the new fabric over the old to see what it looks like.
Lots of napping (which I usually just think about rather than do, but it's nice to think about.)
Bring the yoga mat in from the car, roll it out and see what happens.
Go buy some large floor pillows for my reading nooks.
Try out the jacuzzi tub.
Finish the song I started writing last night. It's mostly done, except I have the word "across" in there twice, so one needs to go.