When it's stinking hot and your mate down the road says he'll bring you a Zooperdooper ice bock (raspberry), you let him. It's better not to get up from the couch and the fan, and it's a kind offer, even if it does mean having to put pants on.
Otherwise reading, and an evening drive down to Little Bay with Lucy and Lil for a good hour of lolling about in the cool water. These women make me laugh, and are so delightfully smart and down to earth. It's as good a way to Sunday as I know.