Not With a Bang But a Whimper

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper

-T.S. Eliot

I love this poem, and it seems a bit fitting for the end of 2017 for me. I am back from my trip but currently in the throes of a death plague that seems to be neverending (it seems patently unfair that I was sick two Christmases in a row, but I suppose that's par for the course with my immune system).

They don't mind when I'm sick cause it means extra couch time for them.

At least if I have to be laid up on the couch coughing up bits of my lungs, the weather is equally as disgusting outside so I don't feel like I'm missing quality time with the horses. Nobody wants to be outside when the real feel is consistently in the single digits -- brrrrr.

My second USDF award came while I was gone. Guess I need to figure out where to hang these? Since I'm apparently starting a collection...

I feel a little too dulled by the NyQuil to even attempt any kind of 2017 recap. And I achieved like none of my 2017 goals so I don't want to write about those either, haha.

I guess I could write about some of the fun Christmas swag I acquired :)

Here's to 2018 starting better than 2017 is ending -- if I get my whimper out of the way, maybe the bang will follow ;)