Today's Marie Kondo

I got 5 bags of clothes and shoes out of the bedroom. That's tall kitchen trashbags (12 quarts), mind you. I may yet be able to reenter and use the closet.

I feel like admitting this sort of thing is admitting to being a mess and a hoarder, but progressing away from that is still progress.

I give myself triple points because this morning I had to ward off my mom's buying airplane tickets (from the dementia ward, on her computer) to make a surprise visit to my brother who'll be recovering from cancer surgery. That was a trip and a half.

Miss Sherlock (2018)

This is a Japanese crime series that bows to the BBC Sherlock in the way that the BBC Sherlock bows to Conan Doyle. The theme music is a response to Sherlock's violin theme; the visuals are equally inventive, but in a Japanese fashion.

There's so much more than copying here. Both Sherlock (as you might guess by the title) and Wato-San, a pun revealed at the end of the first episode, are women. And their relationship is a relationship between Japanese women, rather than between Englishmen. Miss Sherlock is playful; although the murders are grim, Miss Sherlock is joyful. She's funny, in a spontaneous way. Two episodes in, her contrasting relationships with Wato-San and [not sure of her actual in-show name] Mrs. Hudson are lovely, as are her relationships with the Japanese police force. And she can not only walk, but run, in 4-inch stilettos. HMOG.

I can't quote memorable lines, because it's all in subtitles. I've only seen two episodes so far; the science behind the murders is dubious, but the detection itself is wonderful.

Want to be delighted and surprised? Try Miss Sherlock. In the U.S., it's on HBO Now or regular HBO. I assume it's also available from the usual sources.

N.B. I will quibble that it is extremely obvious that Miss Sherlock knows absolutely nothing of playing the cello. Tsk.