Or, I guess, more precisely, they’re ellipses.

Anyway, I’ve managed another lap around the daystar — thus ends my 33rd year on the planet and the beginning of 34. Or to put it in terms that are more understandable to most human beings: It’s my 33rd birthday.

I’m not entirely sure where my head is — heck, I’ve never entirely sure where my head is other than attached relatively firmly to my shoulders — but if I get a moment or six, I’ll try to write something.

No guarantees though.