Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

I'm going to bed, I'm pulling the covers over my head

Maybe I'll sleep, but I haven't been doing so well at that. The last several nights, as soon as I've hit the pillow, it's been like thoughts of every sad, awful, infuriating, or disappointing thing going on in the world has had to march through my brain. It's a dysharmonic convergence of personal and public, small and large, stupid and profound.

I wish my brain had a dial like a radio, so I could tune in some easy listening and get some rest.