Red Line, Arrrggghhh

Red Line broken.

I liked working the last assignment in the suburbs. I drove. I parked for free.

At ten to seven this morning, I got on a train in Porter Square, later herded with the rest of the commuters to shuttles waiting at Harvard. Here I am now at work.

So much for getting the jump on those deadlines.
Is it funny that a proofreader commutes on the Red Line? And that the Red Line would turn against its master? Guess I should be sparing with those swooping lines, arrows, and carets.

T passengers, it's happened to you. On-site freelancers, adjust accordingly.