Got the wife, got the kids, got the house, got the yard, got the job, got the life.
Walking the dog. Pulling the wagon. Wrestling the munchkins. Taking pictures of the interstate. Editing the copy. Picking up the waivers. Throwing down a spade on the chips you just laid. Trying to get up just to get down again. Walking to one of my favorite lunch spots. I played the bass guitar with bands called The Results and The Contingencies, and I still harbor hopes of getting that Firefall tribute band together.
GO back to those bass sounds, and keep your advent to yourself.