Had a passing chat with an old friend earlier tonight, discussing recent projects and whatnot, reflecting on the week’s happenings to justify resting for the weekend. Having nothing myself to compare against his busy week, I said something like this:
“I can’t match that. Not much going on. I’m just maintaining homeostasis, see. I am an engine of mediocrity.”
“Hey, mediocrity’s good sometimes.”
“Yeah,” I continued, “I’m pretty good at it, actually. So good, in fact, I’m almost at the level of European.”
He stood back and applauded.