I'm not sorry I nattered on about nothing because it is, in this day and age, so good to talk about nothing. It means metaphorically talking about what we're not talking about, viz., fascism and the degradation of our democracy as an institution and the feeling that we're going to end up walled in a tomb alive for observing the basic human decencies; but I am so glad you're here.

Don't eat the baby carrots, either. /fyi ETA: not because you can't have them, because I think they're actually the bag of baby carrots before the last bag of baby carrots and so need to be consigned to the depths.