Yet another fine visit to the dentist - words I never would have uttered as a child, when a trip to the dentist was up there with...well, nothing, really. Nothing was as bad as going to the dentist. OK, maybe being forced to eat my beets was almost as bad. Nowadays, it's actually pleasant. Linda's a great dental hygienist, the office is aesthetically pleasing, and it's close to home. The only problem is that I have to walk past the windows of a fitness center en route to the dentists' office, reminding me that I ought to exercise regularly, which I clearly do not. I suppose I could turn my gaze to the opposite wall while walking down the corridor. Next time.