Bah, Humbug

I’ve had several dentist appointments in the last couple of weeks, including one to have my wisdom tooth pulled. And, actually, I was kind of looking forward to them, hoping that I would have some good lobby wait time so that I could start reading a book I recently checked out of the library. However, each and every one of my short windows of peaceful reading time was ruined by the dreadful sound of Christmas music. I can’t stand Christmas music. Why does every light rock station feel it is their duty to entertain us with a constant stream of jingling garbage? And why is it always so loud? Needless to say, I haven’t gotten very far in my book. Next week I make another trip to the dentist, but even if they decide to turn off Mariah Carey singing All I Want For Christmas is You, I probably won’t be able to get any reading done; because this dentist trip is not for me. It is for Joseph. He is going to the dentist for the first time on Wednesday, and I think he is already nervous about it. On second thought, maybe we could use a little Jingle Bells to lighten the mood.