Until it's 398439 degrees warmer outside, thank you Sherlock, for keeping me company. It's completely normal to delude myself into thinking I'm solving murders while sitting in my grungy pj's and 60 plus layers of ratty sweaters. I knew there was something odd about that fog in Baskerville! I did! I even told you! But I guess you couldn't hear me. Anyway, carry on with your bad self.