My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah, my foes; and oh, my friends;
It gives such lovely light
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sometimes my candle has sixty wicks that are all burning madly and making life pretty impossible and I can't sleep because fifty of them demand my immediate attention.
At the moment, I've only got three or four going. And they are all burning slowly. Except that one, there's always that one.