February 11, 471

Today, I woke up at 6:00 a.m. sharp and began my brisk walk to the Forum. My small home is located near Viminal hill, 1 km to the northeast, and it takes about 15 minutes to arrive at my glassware stand. As a 35 year old man, middle age has begun to take its toll on me. I stopped by a fountain to sip some water and rest from the trek. At the stand, I opened the breakfast my wife had packed for me. It was the usual emmer loaf and mozzarella block.
A group of patrician women walked gracefully by me, headed to the cloth market, probably to buy silk. Four senators marched with purpose to the Senate, and I moved away out of respect. Business was as usual today, until a young slave decided to test his luck. A patrician man was nearby buying wine while his slave knelt next to him. As they left, the slave snatched a glass cup off of my table! My back was turned, but I saw him slip it under his shirt at the last moment. Tomorrow, I will bring the slave to court for trial.

Dear Journal,