Looks like we are heading off to Berkeley Marina today, where a friend might take us sailing, depending on the state of her vessel or the possibility of getting another boat for the day.

I generally haven’t been on many boats that weren’t owned by a brother, so it will be fun to not be the kid sister. Mocked for my lack of sailing skills and, well, just being me.

The only downside is my fear. M. was a huge fan of the Scott Peterson trial. He brought me by the Marina on one of my first visits to him when he moved here. Not sure, but I think there was an implicit “you’re next.”