It is April 27 again, and in that circle I am sick, sniffing and sputtering, leaky eyes and heavy breathing. I have not been sick for 11 months. This is pretty significant for me. I was looking forward to being one-year-sick-free, but, I don't know, coincidentally or not, here I am. Dividing my time. Drawing a line from here to Tuscaloosa. Hoping for wellness and new grass and rebuilt communities and steel-toed boots.