Not to anybody’s surprise, I got booted out of Death Cat after 8.5 months… on my birthday. Oh, well. It is both a bummer and a relief. They are going on tour without me. But, I don’t have to be stressed out all of the time. It was educational, at least.

There is no animosity between us. We are still friends. We knew it wasn’t going to work out. I asked if I should quit, a few months ago, to give them enough time to find a replacement bassist. Tom said that I should stay. Now, he says I am out of the group. I might contribute to the band in some other capacity, later. They might collaborate with me on something else. I can focus on my own work now, without distraction from other obligations, again.

I have been mostly inactive since the pandemic. It sucked the soul out of me. The entire Trumpster Fire decade has been one long traumatic disaster. I will be happy to see it end, with him losing the 2024 election, then spending the rest of his miserable life in prison. Hopefully, the MAGA cult will fizzle away without his presence. Joining Death Cat recharged my batteries a bit. I’m finally getting some treatment for my ADHD, as well as the depression. I think I have a clearer direction to go in, if I can keep the motivation to do it. Let’s see what happens!