Around 11:30pm I arrived at an undisclosed location in Madison where I will be spending the week. The location is undisclosed to keep the paparazzi, etc., from distracting me from the Three Priorities that prompted my relatively recent decision that I needed to spend a few more days here. The Three Priorities are also classified information, although I have arranged with my biographers for them to be placed in the archives of Harvard's new Jeremy Studies department and unsealed fifty years after my death.
While I knew before I left Madison that I was going to be coming back here, complications with figuring out when the movers were going to arrive meant that I did not make the plane arrangements until a few days ago. To try to save money, I used priceline.com for the first time. The result being that I did indeed save money, although I got the worst possible flight times on my arrival and departure dates, as in arriving after 11pm on a Saturday night.
The weird thing, though, is that I was given a first class seat from Boston to Chicago--the first time I have ever flown first class in my life. Of all the people with economy seats on the flight, they decide to upgrade the person who bought their tickets through priceline. Airline pricing and seating arrangements are a complete mystery to me, but I assume that they have teams of economists who optimize everything and who figured out that somehow the maximizing move for United Airlines was to give that first class seat to me.
The downside of flying first class was that I felt compelled to eat the meal they served even though I wasn't particularly hungry, and to swill a few glasses of free chardonnay even though it felt suspiciously like drinking alone.