Looking out my Backdoor: And the rains, they came.

To the tune of “Just Another Manic Monday,” the rains, they came, “just another rainy Monday,” Tuesday, Wednesday. Every day, the rains, they came. I’ve no idea why that old tune came to me. There certainly is nothing manic about my life. I am the definition of life-in-the-slow-lane.

Sunday, for the first time in a year and a half, I went out to lunch at a restaurant, the Etza Grill in town. Ate a meal I didn’t prepare myself. Sat with friends at a table and added laughter to cement our friendships.

After we’d ordered, Michelle asked me, “What have you been doing these l...