Dreamt that on Saturday I had driven out east to a tropical place (Milwaukee = Florida = tropical, apparently). The last few miles of the trip I was on my bike or on foot. I did a loop at the end twice for extra exercise or something, but then was tired. I was standing on a bike path and was with SA folks, and we had done a thing together, and it felt really good to have done it. Maybe we would go to a restaurant down at the beach. Kiah had helped us out and so they got an invite to one of our Slack channels.

But after I got home I didn't know what to do with myself. I still woke up early on Monday but Sara was off on a work trip. I sat down at my desk in my 'home office', which was actually just some furniture in the corner of the living room. I listened to some music for a little while but then got up because I still didn't seem to be doing anything. There was a square in the middle of the room with some filing cabinets and stuff. Maybe I should build my office onto the side of that to better use space make it more office-ey. And was it for the best to have it in the living room instead of the kitchen? In my dream the kitchen was bigger, like my parents' kitchen, and had more people wandering through. I wanted the social interaction. But the living room had a view of outside, which was also important.

At some point I was doing work, but the work was wrapping a rope around and through a bunch of gridbeam. There was a long piece next to the wall, and then a bunch of shorter pieces attached to that long piece, opposite the wall. I was threading the rope through some holes in the wall and through the short pieces, which I didn't know why I was doing this, but I guessed it would hold everything together even better.

2020-01-03 update:

See also: another dream about floundering about work on a weekend.

Maybe these dreams are telling me that trying to work on weekends is a dumb idea.