I would get up and make waffles and enjoy them. I would then go for a walk in the woods, hopefully the day would be sunny and warm. I may chat up a cute jogger if there's any occasion to do so. I would have lunch in a nice cafe down near the river where I live and ask the person serving me about themselves and how they're doing. I'd leave a sizable tip too. I would then watch a movie, if there was anything good playing...if not, I'd sit on a park bench and watch the river flow past me. Perhaps I'd marvel at it or become acutely aware of how I would be taking that moment for granted. As the day wore on, I would go home and prepare myself a nice dinner. Cook that sirloin steak on the barbeque until it's perfect. I would play some nice music softly afterwards and sit in my chair against the wall facing the room, the music softly playing in the background, a glass of fine red wine in my hand, the sun slowly sinking behind the horizon.
Then I would wait.
When whoever or whatever it was finally showed up to do the deed, I would say, "You forgot to sign your name."
And then I would be the one thing that the killer did not ever want to face.