By Julie Seyler

For many years I have prided myself on the fact that I am unattuned to the television. While others have buzzed about their favorite shows and read me the riot act for bypassing Breaking Bad, Downton Abbey, and Transparent, I responded with “I simply do not have the time.” I have books to read and newspapers to digest and cannot possibly be beholden to the boober tuber.

And then we got a Smart T.V. and downloaded Amazon Instant Video and guess who is doing the cajoling now? I am addicted to my nightly ritual of pouring a glass of wine and curling up with dramatic T.V.  The newspapers are piling up, unread.

It started with Prime Suspect, starring the brilliant Helen Mirren as a homicide detective and then came The Wire starring Dominic West as a brilliant homicide detective. I just finished the first season and am thrilled there are four more to inhale. Endless T.V. viewing starring brilliant homicide detectives.

On a sleepless night there is nothing like cozying up in bed with the iPad and my head set on as Steve and the Boo (a.k.a. the cat) snore peacefully away, as I binge on episode after episode until dawn breaks. Due to recommendations from my 60-year old peers next up is Scandal and Ray Donovan. Streaming is the antidote to the folderol of the Republican debates.