Sure, you’re happy. It’s the beginning of May Sweeps, the TV calendar’s most diverse and competitive period. But for me, May means miniseries, mini-series and more miniseries—beginning with two this week and eight hours(!) of Stephen King next week. By the end of the month, my eyes will be bleary, my remote-operating index finger one big callus and my moral sensibilities shell-shocked (and I didn’t even get to see Saturday’s Nancy and Tonya film, which NBC didn’t have ready in time). Anyway, you may notice the grades I hand out over the next few weeks growing progressively tougher. The thing is, I don’t get overtime, and if I’m going to work all these extra hours, somebody’s going to pay!