A day that exists as the cross between Tuesday and Wednesday. Usually feeling like a Monday exaustionwise, a Wednesday placement wise, and a Tuesday emotionally.
"Holy crud, it feels like a Twednesday"
"but it's Thursday"
"but it feels like a Twednesday..."
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.