Wrap Up

Today nearly wraps up about a month of proofreading EPA mandated docs. The majority of remaining bluelines come from the printer on Monday. My PM told me to hit the road until then. I’ll return next week to scan the blues and proofread a few projects still working through the system.
While on assignment, I haven’t marketed much for new work. Tomorrow I follow up on a previous conversation with this Charlestown creative agency. Later this month I work a one-day agency assignment at a Waltham marketing firm (look forward to it, thank you). And, due in June is a jazz profile piece for the monthly Earshot publication. I’ll close this week by building more leads and scoring work to carry me through June and July, lest I depend on the dose of borrowed, free cash the IRS promises to return to me.
For my economic part, I spent this afternoon at my neighborhood farmer’s market (goat cheese; frozen, local strip steak; three essential oils soaps) and in my neighborhood theater sipping a pint, eating popcorn, and watching improbable Indiana survive a blast at the Nevada Test Site and elbow, kick, and punch Russian spies led by Mayan-interdimensional-alien-deity obsessed villainess (they live in the spaces between spaces). She's ultimately vaporized by her all-consuming desire to know everything at once. Harrison Ford’s punches sound the same as in the previous three movies. Lucas' sound effects haven't changed.