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As I've mentioned before, I watch a lot more television these days being confined. But my viewing choices have changed dramatically since losing my mobility and Independence. I spend hours on Discovery and I've gotten fond Alaska: The Last Frontier, Alaskan State Troopers, Gold Rush, Moonshiners, Weed Country, Dude, You're Screwed!, Dual Survival, Deadliest Catch, and the like. I also love the Weather Channel where I watch Weird Weather, Prospectors, Why Planes Crash and Highway Through Hell.

Formerly, I strove to see design shows and HGTV was a personal fave where I absorbed Income Property, Property Brothers, Love It or List It, and Color Splash. Network television series' like The Good Wife, Private Practice, and Gray's Anatomy were my guilty pleasures. Of course, I had to view the various cop shows ; CSI, CSI: Miami, CSI: New York, Criminal Minds, NCIS, NCIS: L.A., Law and Order, Law and Order: Criminal Intent, Law and Order:SVU, Cold Case, Without a Trace, to name a few.

And then there were the shows I watched to spend time with my honey: MMA, Tap Out, Poker, Hell on Wheels, and Justified.
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