THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Hello beautiful world!  It is Friday and I am sitting at home on my wonderfully mushy couch enjoying the delights of what the rest of the world calls PTO (paid time off for those of you yet to discover the wonders of the working world.)  It is a glorious fall day and pretty darn cold, but that's the way I like it!  The trees outside are turning wonderful shades of gold and red and orange and life is grand!