Have nothing to say? No serious opinions? Unable to articulate a thesis to any meaningful conclusion? Do you nod and smile? Life got you in smooth condition? Do you love the "Talk of the Town" section? Do you read the cloudy-brained, half-witty musings of Gazpachot?
Time to switch from lite to dark. Time to drive the pitchfork deep into the earth and turn over some rich soil. TIme to stop skidding across the surface when you could be diving for pearls. Or what's your plan? Affectionate confections? Are you reeling in the years?