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Today I am deciphering doctor-handwriting. Pray for me.

(Actually it's going surprisingly well so far. There's one comment that I can't make out for the life of me, however.)

House update: Thursday

my aunt reports:

Today for lunch Gill, Stuart, Dan, Mike, John and I had fajitas and brownies.

The heating consultant's report is ready and John will pick it up.

Stuart if finished the 3rd floor storage area and Gill is nobly scrapping the foam off the floor. Otherwise, Stuart is doing crapola.

Dan and John have been drilling many, many holes (John was trying to think of the Beatles' song) and Dan will run wires this afternoon.

Cheers all, Helen

Shocked and dismayed to learn that my dad is doing crapola, but no doubt there is a reason for it.

Indecipherable doctor-writing continues. Of course I can make out the unnecessary filler stuff just fine; it's the important stuff that's completely illegible. On the bright side, he really gave me very few comments (and a good thing too, considering how many versions this script has gone through).