Wow, finally a cup I can live with.
I am sorry if I misled folks with "Miles to go before I sleep". I didn't go anywhere. The line is from a poem by Robert Frost. "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"
Whose woods these are I think I know.
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His house is in the village though;3
He will not see me stopping here4
To watch his woods fill up with snow.5
My little horse must think it queer6
To stop without a farmhouse near7
Between the woods and frozen lake8
The darkest evening of the year.9
He gives his harness bells a shake10
To ask if there is some mistake.11
The only other sound's the sweep12
Of easy wind and downy flake.13
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.14
But I have promises to keep,15
And miles to go before I sleep,16
And miles to go before I sleep.Notes
I once read a Readers digest story of an English teacher who ran into a student years later, and having been wondering how much of what she had taught and this former student had kept, he stated that he had to go shouting, "miles to go before I sleep".
So now I use the line to infer I have much to do.
Though I accomplished little today. I still have much to do. As always. I thought you might enjoy the poem.