Well, I can report now that I've been practicing my bass now for almost three weeks solid. I have a tentative band room arranged and have started putting out feelers for musos to jam with once my six-month isolation period is up (end-June). This is scary and cool... because I'm finally doing something for myself and not just talking about it anymore.
I have lost the feeling in my fingerpads of my left hand now that the skin is hardening. Kinda creepy but cool at the same time.
I'm not too old for this, I hope. After a decade-long absence from gigging, I'm getting back in the saddle, but I'm allowing the music to grow organically. People already asking me what I'm going to call the band and I'm like hell, no... I'm not going to curse it by giving it a name. Baby steps first. First get playing, find other musos and get the groove going.
I may hook up with my old guitarist from my first band. We were both lank into Metallica in the old days. Might be kinda cool to play with him for a bit since I've heard he's still playing.
Weird how things go full circle.
Biggest influence right now: A Pale Horse Named Death.
I wake up in the mornings sometimes with the music going through my head, trying to figure out the riffs.