This is a yawn and not a cry.
The Maggie I knew 11 years ago is no longer. Today she is Bianca and her middle name is turning to be her inner one, with only family remembering her back then, while she is floating through time like a butterfly. Then again, who says that you are your name?
Been very productive so far. By 11 AM I had been already at the Chiropractic, brought my PT Cruiser for inspection, waited in line and registered the car and passed by the bank to send a wire transfer to Switzerland next to getting our kitchen from Hiroshima looking Christmas chaos down to a mild tornado. [...]