Forty-five minutes ago, I turned on the computer in order to look for an ice cream recipe that doesn't involve nectarines or ten hours of waiting. (Although I have nothing against nectarines, waiting for ice cream isn't my strong suit.) I've been distracted, though, by the internet and all its wonders. I spent some time on other people's blogs. I spent some time looking for yurt rentals in northern California. I spent some time considering DIY save-the-date ideas on marthastewartweddings.com even though I'm not the one getting married and the date has already been saved. And now it's 8:00 and I have yet to search for the ice cream recipe I'd hoped to use tonight.