The day started slowly for Robert Whittlesey. Most days started slowly for Robert Whittlesey. He was a slow guy. Not unintelligent by any standards, but slow nonetheless. His mother always used to say he did things deliberately. He always thought how wonderful that was. That he could take all the time in the world and he could simply use the excuse that he did things deliberately.
Forty-seven minutes had passed since Robert had woken up. He was deliberately finishing his breakfast of a bowl of cereal. He put his bowl in the sink, quite deliberately. After his breakfast, Robert got dressed and ready for work, deliberately enough to take another thirty-nine minutes. But eighty-six minutes was relatively fast for Robert Whittlesey. It meant that he would get to work with round-abouts ten minutes to spare, provided he wasn't too deliberate about his walk to the bus stop.
Robert Whittlesey was an extremely deliberate walker. So much so that referring to his mode of bipedal transportation as "walking" was quite incorrect. Where one would walk, Robert might slowly stroll or perhaps even waddle. His manner of "walking" wasn't completely his fault. Robert Whittlesey had put on some weight after years of living deliberately. He was by no means obese, but slightly more heavy-set than your average middle aged man. Robert had put on his weight from years of sitting at a desk, designing and testing assorted pieces of ingeniously designed creations
Robert Whittlesey was an engineer. His life consisted of the soft hum and bright glow of a computer screen in a dimly lit cubicle. The hours he spent in the small, soft paneled room contributed to his deliberate lifestyle. His job required it. When Robert made a mistake, peoples life were at risk. Which made Robert smile, he was sort of like a god in the situation. But nevertheless, Robert always worked hard, diligently, and of course deliberately.