Teddy stood from his relaxed position in his bed that morning and tried to focus on what he had to do that day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Pick up eggs. Visit Claire... He was not looking forward to that but, as they say, old habits...
He walked to the window and gazed out, his eyes fixed on the grass below. He focused his vision intently but abstained from processing that which he viewed, effectively procrastinating even the planning of any actual work. However, everything that rises must converge and after a few moments of peaceful indulgence, his routine lack of thought was disturbed by an unfortunate looking man with a routine lack of clothing. Regrettably, this visual encounter had also become increasingly periodic. The stranger's anatomy had been making appearances at least twice a week now in, what Teddy considered, his very own back yard. So rude, he thought.
After dressing and sufficiently preparing for the expected atmosphere outside, Teddy Geisel departed from his "cozy" home and began his 10-minute walk to Deena's for breakfast, just as he did every Sunday. Teddy had recognized his life's gradual turn towards the monotonous and perhaps led to it intentionally, if not consciously. In his mind, the well established day-to-day was considered comfortable, not boring. He arrived in the lobby and continued to think about the nature of monotony. It was as if the old adage that practice makes perfect applied to life and that his forever repeating loops would eventually, and gradually, lead to a form of mastery in his small corner of the universe.
As he walked away from the sound of Ms. Pigg's sousaphone, Teddy thought that he'd done pretty well for himself. Relatively.
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