I will confess; I hate cleaning tack. I know people who say they enjoy it, but I think those are the same people who eat unreasonably hot peppers in front of a crowd just to get attention. I don't really think anyone likes cleaning tack. I think we all like clean tack, but that's the adjective. Verbing it just ain't no fun.
But I did it, sitting there on my kitchen floor. And now I have that clean tack. So I'll like that tomorrow. And perhaps Sherman will appreciate my efforts and give me clean, forward, balanced movement as a thank you.