This whole project is slow and tedious, exactly like many of my previous projects. Progress is speeding up, however. And as it speeds up it seems to speed up faster, hopefully that is a pattern that will continue. And I am getting better at guiding the world to create beneficial changes, a skill I never realized I might need one day as usually it does that all on its own.

During my downtime, I took my Dad to see the old grove, something I should have done yesterday. It’s a far walk for him but easy for me to just teleport to. I just stood there and watched and listened and he went around and told me stories about various objects and locations in the grove. He told me about a time I threw a fit and wouldn’t eat for a month for some reason, I don’t remember it and he never found out. He told me about the first time he met my mother, a story I have heard countless times before. He told me countless stories of when I was a small child, some I even half remember. He told me stories of times he and my mother would dance in the rain, sometimes I would join them.

I told him my own stories. Some I half remember, others that feel like they happened yesterday. I told him about how much I preferred it when he was the one to tuck me in at night, about how I always liked mom’s cooking more than his, and about many other things.

He seemed sad, afterward, but content.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.