We have an addition to our household.
It’s a basket of controls that we’ve named, The Basket of Control (singular).
It’s at home, on the coffee table.
We had to get a basket because the table began to groan after we added our 6^th remote device.  (I’m almost ashamed to confess to 6.)
We were getting out of control.
And it was time to take action before we became overtaken.
Maybe our basket will return that control to us?

Actually, it feels pretty good, this control of controls.