The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- From Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, 1922
(It's 3:53am Eastern Standard Time and jetlag bites. These lines are travelling around my head in the way that random things do when you're trying to sleep. Plus the 4 Non Blondes have joined the insomnia party, incessantly singing What's Up.)