This afternoon I had to have a crown redone. It sounds like such a lovely event, complete with swishy red velvet dresses and diamonds and dancing til dawn. But we all know better. The only thing red is--well I won't go there. Not at all looking forward to this, I thought of an escape: my son's Kindle (which at some point in time had actually been a gift to me.) I seemed to remember that it has a text-to-speech function. Of course, I couldn't figure out how to use it so I asked my friend, Google. Sure enough there was even a You Tube Video on the subject. Armed with my Kindle I entered the world of doom and gloom. I must admit the robotic voice was irritating as I sat looking out the window awaiting my fate. But, let me tell you, even robots sound like old friends when compared to the drill. I won't be visiting the dentist again without my Kindle.