Mystic Vale

After sleeping in, I decided to go for a walk in Mystic Vale as the weather was just great today. Just like the last time I has been here, I was awed by the beauty of this forest, which was located just next to the University. Especially the tall, majestic trees impressed me as they made me feel so small and insignificant in comparison. I enjoyed the sounds of nature around me a lot. There weren't many other sounds as there weren't many other people around. After about 30 minutes there were two people walking a dog with a big stick in his mouth. He was running happily in my direction and as he was willing to give his stick up, I took and threw it away for him to fetch.
Just about a minute later, something suddenly bit me in my arm. My guess was that it might have been a wasp, as I could see a yellow and black insect flying nearby. The spot where I got the bite hurt immediately and it pretty much kept hurting all day long, although there wasn't much to see apart from a little red dot.
As the little bite ruined my enthusiasm for the walk, I soon went back to the bus stop. Instead of going home, I took a bus Downtown in order to buy a few groceries. Just when I got off the bus, I saw that there was something going on at Centennial Square. Apparently there was another First Nations Festival or something. Nevertheless, I still wasn't impressed by their dancing and their music. Thus I went on to the store where I bought some vegetables and other things.

Back at home, I escalloped some zucchini and potatoes with cheese for a late lunch.
I already had to leave just past 5 PM in order to go to work. Before my shift, I returned some pyjama pants which I had bought the day before and which were just too long for me. I kind of felt bad for having to return them now since Grace had told me yesterday that I should try them on first but I had been too lazy to do it.
My shift at work seemed to take forever, even though we were quite busy. I had one customer who felt insulted because I had asked him for ID with his credit card. I explained to him that this was for his safety as well as ours and that it was our store's policy to ask for ID. He still wasn't happy and demanded to speak to the manager. From what I heard from Grace later on, she had told him exactly the same thing that I has told him before. I really didn't understand why some people make such a scene because of little things like that.
After my shift, I was lucky to catch a bus home right away, which was nice since I was feeling quite exhausted.