Last night my new running partner brought a friend who, during the course of our run, casually mentioned that he’s training for a 53 mile run, which technically makes him an ultra-marathoner. I was like … “Oh yeah, so I just ran 1.3 miles and feel like I might kind of pass out and die right now.” It’s good to know people who are above your skill level so that you have something to aspire to. Right?

When you exercise a lot, there’s not much time to do anything else. I ran and made burritos last night. Oh, and placed a phone call to Delta. That’s pretty much it.

I’ve been trying to assign the seats for Pete and me online, without success, on this one Delta flight for two weeks. For some unknown reason, I can select seats for three out of four flights. What’s different about the fourth flight? I told Pete that if he calls, he’s just going to get someone in India that he can’t understand.

The representative is actually in Cape Town, South Africa. Africa … India, whatever. It’s all the same. No, says the man in South Africa, he cannot assign our seats over the phone. We can only assign our seats at the airport on the day of the flight. I’m now officially going into “white whine” mode, aren’t I? It’s bound to happen at some point! I’m American! I want my seat! Seat not happening, that’s fine though, because life is good.

I’m taking a small, two-day road trip to Omaha tomorrow and Thursday with my friend Jenny. I’ve collected a pile of books to sell to the Half Price Books in Omaha. The last time I took books in to the one in Westport, I made $111. Total score.

I leave you with a random, non-sequitur photo by the artist William Delvoye.

William Delvoye