quotidian
daily: a quotidian report.
usual or customary; everyday: quotidian needs.
ordinary; commonplace: paintings of no more than quotidian artistry.
(of a fever, ague, etc.) characterized by paroxysms that recur daily.
something recurring daily.
a quotidian fever or ague.
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Mr. Everett Mann woke up just before sunrise. He knew it was just before sunrise simply because that was when he woke up. So far, he had never been wrong. And, sure enough, the sky was still dark out his window, but there were sure signs that the sun was coming up. Mr. Mann stretched and yawned as he got out of bed to get ready for his day.
It was the same routine every morning, so he was well prepared for it. Do a few morning stretches. Use the restroom, where he would brush his teeth and shower in addition to taking care of various bodily functions. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. And then he would sit down and begin his morning tasks.
These were done every day at exactly the same time, and he had done them so often that he could perform them with his eyes closed. Maybe not in his sleep, but he felt he was close to that as well. He sat at his computer and turned it on. The screen lit up with what Everett thought was a map. It seemed at first glance to be a map of the entire North American continent, but there were enough differences to lead him to believe that it was fictional. An extra bit of land here, a missing island there. Just a few little things. Florida being conspicuously absent had always been his guilty favorite.
He typed in the code given to him on his first day performing these tasks. He knew it by heart, as it never changed. The screen flashed red, and he flipped a switch on the wall near his desk. The screen turned yellow. He turned a knob on the desk exactly 90 degrees. The screen turned green. Then he waited.
He waited there for thirty minutes, an amount of time that he could count out in his mind with only a few seconds error. During that time, nothing happened. Just as nothing happened every day. He used to wonder if something was supposed to happen during his wait. He supposed that something could happen. He had a book in the desk drawer filled with things to do if something happened.
Sometimes he thought about what he would do if something happened. How would he react? Such an alarming change would surely take him a moment to process, and who knew if that would cause any problems? Well, he had been performing his tasks for many years now, and he had never seen anything happen on the screen during his thirty-minute wait. He was almost glad of that. After so long, change seemed off-putting and foreign.
With his daily tasks complete, Mr. Everett Mann stood. He shut the computer off and went about his day. He left his bedroom and headed off, to see what the rest of the day had in store for him. He imagined that it would be much the same as every other day. And for him, that was all he needed in life.
********************************Hmm, I wonder what this could be about...
No really, I wonder. I have no idea where I would go with this.
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