It is my hodiernal pleasure to hijack tsuwm's "hesternal". How can he call that a worthless word?
Here's a quote from Rupert Brookes "Letters from America":
I slipped from my car up about Fortieth Street, the region where the theatres and restaurants
are, the 'roaring forties.' Broadway here might be the offspring of Shaftesbury Avenue and
Leicester Square, with, somehow, some of Fleet Street also in its ancestry. I passed two
men on the sidewalk, their hats on the back of their heads, arguing fiercely. One had slightly
long hair. The other looked the more truculent, and was saying to him, intensely, "See
here! We con-tracted with you to supply us with sonnets at five dollars per sonnet---"
I passed up a side-street, one of those deserted ways that abound just off the big streets, resorts, apparently, for such people and things as are not quite strident or not quite energetic enough for the ordinary glare of life; dim places, fusty with hesternal excitements and the thrills
of yesteryear. Against a flight of desolate steps leant a notice. I stopped to read it.
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hesternal

a. pertaining to yesterday.