I recognize that part of my practice during sabbatical should be a goal of spending as little time in front of the computer as possible. I love the little laptop that I do most of my work on (Linux Mint FTW!), but damn I spend a lot of time in front of it. In general, that's not a problem--why fret about using an excellent tool?--but if the goal of the sabbatical is a little recharge, keeping myself away from it will be a productive practice.
Will I actually do so? Hard to know. There's email to catch up on, an internet to demoralize me, Game to play. All of which attach my eyes to the screen.
And that last thing: Game. If my sabbatical is a part of my overarching goal to welcome abundance and joy, there's nothing quite like having an open stretch of hours to devote to Game, getting lost in the pleasure of play. (This is regardless of the fact that Game is a cruel, cruel mistress.)
In the first zero drafts from the resurrection of my writing practice, all the way back at the end of 2014, there are bits about Game, including why I call Game Game. That's writing that I should come back to. One doesn't stay in a relationship for more than three years without having something interesting to say about it.