I haven’t updated you in weeks. I moved over to the Quiet Side of the island, and now the ocean is in my front yard. I inherited a garden. I have two paint-chipped porches. The former resident painted the kitchen a “terra cotta” color. I still work on Frenchman Bay, so I travel a couple dozen miles to get there most days of the week. Eagle Lake Road is a tunnel of variegated green and autumn foliage. Leaf peepers are in town. Cruise ships are a daily occurrence now. Tourists shiver in their down feather coats, but still don’t walk very quickly.