ANNA MARIA ISLAND – It’s Sunday, our first full day in paradise, and I’m sick as a dog with a rotten cold and sore throat. To be clear: I am not feverish. It’s early, and Rebecca’s still sleeping, bless her heart. Maddie’s half-asleep with one eye on the egrets roaming outside our patio and both ears on anything dumb enough to breach our tastefully-decorated condo in Bradenton Beach. Still drowsy, I walk into our rented condo’s kitchen at 7:45 a.m. to make a warm salt water cocktail and gargle away my ickiness. To escape some of Michigan’s winter, we’re renting a place at Runaway Bay, a lovely complex off Cortez…