When you calibrate your afternoon not by the subtle changes in the play of light through your office window but by the shifting of the shrill Judge Judy into the 'shucks, ma'am' sucker punch or Dr. Phil...
When you feel your ire rise as basket-base-football cuts into The Simpsons and back-to-back repeats of King of the Hill...
When your evenings are filled with the wall-to-wall hum of America's Next Top Apprentice to the Surviving Bachelor
When you have seen every episode of every Law & Order in all three franchises at least twice
When you can spot the new edits to accommodate additional commercials in Columbo and the Quinn-Martin ouevre and anything that used to be on HBO
When you let your sister and your clients and your best friend since high school (in town for three days only) go straight to voicemail because Ryan is announcing the Bottom Three
When you cannot remember the last time you spent a day without television
Maybe it's time to spend a day without television.
Maybe it's time to spend seven of them.
A whole week doing something else One day at a time. (With Bonnie Franklin and Valerie Bertinelli.)
Besides, there's always TiVO...