Perhaps you are not to blame for my second cold in a month, the long slip into what was foreign to me before your arrival three years ago, where I started getting sick with what feels like every symptom imaginable, but I did follow you in these courses, my body falling into an otherwise unfamiliar congestion and stuffiness and tiredness right after you, like sea gulls moving one after another.  I won’t accuse you.  Instead, I’ll find fault in my unprepared immunity, in my lack of rest, in the current stressors surrounding me like raindrops.