I flew United last night. The security line was long and I was certain I would miss my flight. Somehow I got through without a rectal cavity search performed. The Inflight entertainment had a channel devoted to Loretta Lynn’s new album with Jack White (I have no clue who he is but apparently he is a somebody). There is something about Loretta Lynn that I just love. There is also something about her that makes me queasy. Maybe it’s because there is “too much information” in her songs. Finally 9:00 is upon us and the plane’s wheels pop out of its belly on schedule and we begin to descend upon the tarmac. The ground is getting closer and closer. Suddenly, right before we touch down, the plane jumps right back into the air and we fly right back into the sky. Everyone is looking around with quizzical expressions on their faces. I try to remain nonchalant, the frequent flier that I am. Of course I am also a scarredy cat and I was getting very worried. The pilot finally interrupts the silence by saying that there was already another plane on the jetway, “a little too close for comfort” and he was instructed to pull back. We looped around and then came in for a perfect little landing. I didn’t check my bags on this leg so I was able to walk right out of the airport into Lisa’s awaiting Ford Focus. Both of us were hungy, despite the late hour, and it didn’t take us long to drive to Nifty Fifty’s for hamburgers and diet chocolate cokes. Lisa asked, “Doesn’t diet chocolate coke defeat the purpose?” “No, no, no, Lisa, that’s the beauty of it!” I replied sucking down the only semi-devil’s juice. Tomorrow I leave for Chicago. Not much of a weekend for me. I will drink coffee, maybe shop, definitely putz, and who knows what else. It may be short but I intend to make it a nice and relaxing weekend.