Mediocrity at its finest

There is a lot I’d like to say but finding the right words to describe my concern presents quite a challenge. At the tender age of 72, I find myself in a rather questionable position, wondering if I may be evolving into a more philosophical than idiotic being (or vice versa). Having stated the rather obvious superfluous mouthful of worthless verbage, which has no bearing on today’s retailiotrophy (I just made that up), my entire focus has drifted into mediocity (the subject at hand). To conclude, I am what I am, it is what it is, and at this seasonal time of year, remember that a snowball gains momentum as it rolls downhill towards an unsuspecting recipient’s rear end. Result? I haven’t figured that out yet.