Tuesday (pronounced /tju:zdei)
…is a day of the week occurring after Monday and before Wednesday.
… it is the second day of the week, although in some traditions it is the third.
The name Tuesday derives from the Old English “Tiwesdæg” and literally means “Tiw’s Day”. Tiw is the Old English form of the Proto-Germanic god *Tîwaz, or Týr in Norse, a god of war and law.
In most languages with Latin origins (French, Spanish, Italian), the day is named after Mars, the Roman god of war.
Tuesday is the usual day for elections in the United States.
Shrove Tuesday (also called Mardi Gras – fat Tuesday) precedes the first day of Lent in the Western Christian calendar.
Boy oh boy…that’s some good stuff about Tuesday, isn’t it? Tuesday. What a fascinating day. How cool to be Tuesday. How cool to live through a Tuesday.
I sure do like Tuesday.
Which is why I sure wish I could have actually had myself a Tuesday this week.
Oh, I mean, Tuesday happened, but I wasn’t in it.
Let me back up. First of all, on Tuesday, I was completely wiped out from my latest headcold (started on Sunday). This is the third such evil bug I’ve hosted in the past seven months (I remember when I used to brag that I *never* get sick. I smirk at that me that used to say that kind of sh**). By the second day of the week, this cold was in full bloom. Fever, headache, etc.
And, of course, as my colds do these days, this bug took up residence in my lungs.
*Cough, cough, cough….coughcoughcoughcoughcough*
Monday night, I filled up my water bottle as the ubiquitous “they” say to “stay hydrated” when you are sick.
Fine. So I filled up my metal bottle from our Brita pitcher, turned to place the half empty pitcher under the faucet, coughed, and threw my back out.
I immediately needed to lay down on the floor to see if I could stop the overwhelming desire to black out. Yes, it hurt like that.
Waking up Tuesday morning was a brand new adventure in pain. I couldn’t even stand up straight. Fun!
So Tuesday was a toss up for me. Was I more miserable because of my fever and endless snotty nose? Or was it the agony in my back?
No, you know what, I think what I enjoyed *most* of all was the relentless coughing which caused searing pain to radiate out from my back.
Yeah. That was fun.
So I spent all day on Tuesday not really on this planet. The day was pretty much me, hopped up on both pain and cold meds, flat on my back, legs up, trying to take pressure off my aching spine.
And lots and lots of kleenex.
So now I’m pissed. I want my Tuesday back. Without the misery.
Hello? Universe? Give me my twenty-four hours back!
Oh, and another thing, while I got you on the line, you and your evil friend Fate have really pulled me through the proverbial knothole these past few months.
Just to let you know, I’m ready for my reward now.
Karma does still work that way, right?
Source for all of the Tuesday facts.