I don't plan on doing much as I live on the main street in my town, and that's the parade route. So I'll either hang out on my balcony or bring my chair out to the sidewalk and watch the parade, which often features floats with the local Portuguese Americans and the local Brazilian Americans. Do some chores around my home, maybe read, maybe nap. Scritch my kitty. Watch good British television (sorry my fellow Americans, but British TV beats ours hands down) and eat Japanese curry rice. (No, curry is not Japanese, and anyone from South Asia would likely side-eye their version of curry. But they've turned it into a comfort-food dish that is like the boxed mac and cheese which means that yes, I'm hooked on it.)
Maybe I'll even go watch the fireworks tonight. Or I'll call the police when they start and complain that SOMEONE IS SETTING OFF FIREWORKS AND THAT IS ILLEGAL AND ITS RUINING MY SLEEP.
No, I won't do that. But it's funny for me to think about.