I had a dream last night that I had wandered out into my backyard and felt that something was wrong. It took me a minute to figure out what it was -- it was completely clean, bare of anything but grass and border plants. The furniture had been put away, the toys picked up and put away. Hours of work had happened in the middle of the night, and I realized (in my dream) that Kevin must have had trouble sleeping or some such, and had decided to clean the yard and prep it for winter. I was so happy.
This perhaps reveals too much about my current fantasy life.