Even in the middle of rewrites the dog has to be walked.
Sometimes walking the dog can be very pleasant, with sunshine, fresh air, and chats with neighbors.
Sometimes it can be disgusting. (You can use your imagination for the disgusting aspects because I’m not going to expand on that.)
Today was a combination. It started as the former, but ended as the latter.
I don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s just let it go and move on.