Update: I’m not a juror. It’s both rad and a disappointment. I need the time to do other things. But “The Closer” starts tonight on TNT, and my fantasy life as a detective was all about jury duty.

Steve and I took an overnight drive up to quaint Monterey this weekend. We checked out the aquarium, had dinner with my dad (who is still “temporarily” in San Jose with his company), drove the famous 17-mile drive along Pebble Beach, and had some all-around fantastic convertible time. Coming home, we made the poor decision to drive part of the trip along the Pacific Coast Highway. Although the views were spectacular, that decision, coupled with serious Sunday evening traffic coming back into L.A., doubled the length of our drive. Today, we are sunburned and tired, but we have the memories!

Dreams this weekend were too random and complicated to record. Conveyor belts were prominent.