It’s too hot. I open the window. I shiver, shut it, and sweat in the air. It’s Tuesday. There is never much to say about a Tuesday. Too soon for the pub, too late for the weekend, and far too early for the next. A little stalemate. Sometimes you gotta make your own entertainment, and sometimes you can just sit on your arse and think about it. Can’t wait for leather season. For wool and nylons. For fires and cold toes warming. But, it’s Tuesday. And there is never much to say about that.