Tuesday, Bluesday, Better-Wear-Shoesday

G'day gentle readers, and welcome to your daily dose of GMLc blog, where we remind all you Lowcountry lovers exactly what you're missing by not being here.

So what's it like? To misquote Monty Python: "Winter gave Spring a miss, and went straight on into Summer."

That is to say, sunny and 86 degrees, headed toward a predicted high of 91.

Ninety-one. In April. Yowsa.

Fortunately, most of us are quite prepared for this kind of weather. We own more pairs of shorts than pants. We buy shirts you don't have to tuck in. We wear sandals and flip flops. When such footgear is deemed inappropriate, we just skip the socks.

And if it should get really hot? Two words:

Seer. Sucker.

Of course, hot is relative. For those of you checking in from "The Sandbox" -- and we know you do, God bless you -- 91 degrees with flip-flops and a probability of idleness probably sounds a lot more inviting than 75 degrees with body armor and a chance of IEDs. Still, it strikes us as a little ... uh, weird ... that we're 10 degrees hotter than Mesopotamia today. And that's a dry heat. We have pluff mud; They have pluff sand.

For those of you dropping by for the e-version of this morning's print column, it's available in its usual place over at The Mothership. Today's topic: E-mail Forwards -- Menace or Threat?

By the way, today's title comes to you via the lyrics to the Brak song "What Day is it?"