(Bearing in mind that I’m writing these posts days in advance, being off the Internet from 12/24/13 at 4 p.m. Pacific until 1/2/13 at 10 a.m.)

1. The ham that my wife says she’s cooking for Christmas dinner will be gone by now. The reason:  five people at home for several days.
2. I’m betting I’m getting one or both of the books on my Christmas list (The Bully Pulpit by Doris Kearns Goodwin and The Everything Store, about the founding of Amazon.com). By this point, being off the Internet and unsure what to do with myself, I’ll have finished at least one of those.
3. I’ve gone to the gym at least twice in the intervening days.
4. Re writing my new play:  Christmas will have been a wash, so by now that leaves writing time on the Thursday, Friday and Saturday after. I’m betting I worked on it two of those days, and did five pages each day, so let’s call it 10 pages.
5. Someone famous died, or at least famous to me, and because it wasn’t in the Los Angeles Times (which I still get delivered in print), I have no idea who it was. I have a sinking fear about Steve Ditko. Don’t know why. This also leads me to wonder how Steve Ditko, being all alone in Manhattan as I believe he is, is doing financially, and whether or not a whole bunch of us should get together and send him 25 bucks each just as a way of saying thank you. Which leads me to wonder if he’d accept it.
6. Some incredibly urgent email has winged its way to me and the sender is outraged that I’m not reading it!
7. I have a constant irritating itch to jump on the Internet, and by now it’s either inflamed and burning or it’s started to die down. Probably the former. How will I look up every character actor seen on TV to confirm that it is indeed someone I once did a play with? How to appear patently brilliant to my two younger children without being able to surreptitiously confirm things via Google first? How to know what classes are running on particular days at the gym without — shudder — calling them? (I’ve grown to hate the phone — seems so time-wasting.)
8. By now, having reorganized my walk-in closet as further procrastination on more meaningful home improvement tasks, and having failed to discover those missing sock mates, I’ll have tossed those singular socks away.

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