Some distractions don't make demands - they simply remind us that they exist. The refrigerator, for instance, is one of these. It doesn't distract me, but instead offers me the possibility of being distracted. I rarely open the refrigerator door because I'm hungry. I do so because I can no longer sit quietly with my fingers poised above the keyboard, still not finding the right phrase I want, or not succeeding in thinking a particular thought through to the point at which I'm convinced it actually makes sense.