The publication of my book makes me very happy. I could go on and on and on about it for days. As anyone who’s been my friend for any length of time can attest, my ability to obsess over a topic knows few bounds.

And this publication thing is taking up a great deal of my mental space, but other things are in there.

Like excitement over FINALLY getting to see the new season of the BBC’s Sherlock. Do you watch this? Bloody brilliant it is.

When I watch it my emotions swing from yay-I’m-glad-to-be-alive to why-can’t-I-be-as-brilliant-oh-the-jealousy. Now, you may not feel that way, but something must make you feel like that. Right?

Is there something you see or listen to that just fills you with happiness and despair? Well, despair is a strong word. You may be calm and rational and familiar with only twinges of envy or frustration.

In any event, this Sunday I’ll get to see Cumberbatch and Freeman again. That makes me happy.