I mean, I personally go by the theory that it’s not the next day until you’ve gone to sleep and woken up again, but recognize that the technical definition of when days begin and end indicates that it is, in fact, Tuesday.
So I am some kind of loft-dwelling hipster-type person now, which means that I have open shelving in my kitchen. As we all know, cabinets are for squares who do not ride single-speed bicycles or have unorthodox facial hair.
(That would be Brian, not me; although actually, his facial hair is pretty Orthodox with a capital “O.”)
Anyway, having open shelving is a great reason to buy new and more attractive kitchenware, like these slightly fluted, stripey serving bowls; not only would they look nice on my shelves, but I don’t have to become an egg donor to afford them.