Why am I watching an episode of “Too Close for Comfort” (1980) where Henry’s publisher imagines himself as a mini-Sherlock, even sprouting “The game’s afoot!”? I can’t escape “Sherlock” for a minute, an hour, or a day!
I blame the BBC!!! (Also, I need to remind myself to be cognizant of wearing my “I am Sherlocked” shirt out in public. An older Target customer spotted me in the parking lot, calling me Sherlock.)