Maybe you've heard…

People all said sit down
Sit down you're rockin' the boat.
And the devil will drag you under
By the sharp lapel of your checkered coat,
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down you're rockin' the boat.

— from Guys and Dolls by Frank Loesser

…but have you also heard…

I used to be god-fearing
now I'm so frightened
'cause the devil will drag you under
by the sharp tailfin
of your checquered cab (?)
Now I can't sit down,
I'm going overboard
in this heathen town.

— from Heathen Town by Elvis Costello

I have one more hour at work… so much more I wanted to get done, so many more strings to tie up, but when the time runs out, well, that's it. That ever-present anxious feeling is getting stronger. It's very much like the feeling I would get when I would stay up all night to finish a paper due at 8am the next morning. Except our departure is due at 5am tomorrow morning and this is quite a bit more FINAL than a paper. This is it. The end. Finis. So long. I feel like I'm standing to make the boat rock on purpose. As though that's the only way to keep the darn thing moving – by rocking. And the steering is just up to the wind. When you're standing on a rocking boat, you sort of steer and hang on for dear life at the same time.