Hm. Tuesday. What can be said about it? It's after Monday and before Wednesday. Not the first day of the workweek. Not the middle, "hump," day.
I think in the old nursery song, it was the day "we iron our clothes." I don't own an ironing board at this point in my life. I figure wrinkles will fall out of my clothes as I wear them.
Coffee is brewing as I write. Oh, coffee, wonderful coffee. Meanwhile I must put on my dog-walking clothes and walk the dog.
According to the weather forecast, it will stay cool today, but get warmer every day, and be downright hot by the weekend.