Sorry, no question to answer tonight. Barely even a blog post.
Work is hard right now - difficult case, really taking it out of all of us. And I wasn't exactly on top form to begin with.
John's plotting something. He's persuaded Sally to babysit Sherlock and Mycroft (well, Mycroft is fairly self-sufficient.) I mean, I know why we're going out - or think I do - but no idea where or anything. I hope she survives. She's a good sergeant.
John is, as always, being amazing and supportive and just...brilliant. Despite that, I'm finding it slightly hard to cope with...everything, really. Which is hard to admit. I'm just used to being able to hide away on my own and that's not an option now.
And I imagine it's better for me to crawl into bed and have a hug than hide away cuddling the Scotch bottle anyway.
Speaking of which, I'm going to drag myself (and hopefully John) to bed.