If only shop window reflections really were art and a reasonable (and financially lucrative) avocation for a sixty-something lady.
If only meeting the Holidailies promise of posting every day from Dec. 7 to Jan. 6, were a real accomplishment you could take to the bank. (Today is the penultimate day of the challenge.)
If only knowing words like penultimate were a real skill.
If only I felt at the peak of health so that shepherding my dad through a very rough patch health-wise didn't feel so much like a rehearsal for my own decline.
If only when I found time when I wasn't doing Dad's stuff or year-end, quarter-end financial stuff for multiple individuals and a business, I would not watch mindless TV but, instead, maybe clean the house or write something significant or exercise.
If only I'd known then, what I know now.
Maybe tomorrow, the last day of Holidailies, will bring something significant to this space.
[Thanks to Mercury on Second Street for this shop window.]