I can finally come out and say it, the Scotsmontonian is to become a Scotstréaler before long. He is interviewing all over town this week, in the hopes of landing a decent gig, we’re selecting which one of our spatulas and toasters we’ll keep in our shared household, and he’s learning French. We’re standing on the springboard of full coupledom, counting down the weeks.

At work, I’m in full pre-production. This means we’re laying the groundwork of our new game, researching everything we’ll need, developing every tool, answering every question required to build the game. It means pushing hard to get as many things tested as possible before starting to make the game. Soon it will be time to start, and we have to be ready once that happens.

At the gym, I’m doing an intense program with a trainer for the upcoming running season. Doggedly putting in the time, five weeks down, seven to go, I don’t get to see the effects until May. Just plug away until it’s time to race, and hope it all pays off.

Generally, life feels like a rehearsal right now.