I didn't know what else to call this thread, but I experienced a funny phenomenon last night. Let's see if I can piece this together in a way that makes sense.
The set-up: On the first and third Wednesday of the month, I have a local business referral group meeting I go to. The meeting is only an hour, and is about halfway between my home and my office (all three are within a mile or two of each other, so close proximity.) These meetings are only an hour long, but this time of year I have to consider what it is I'm bringing for lunch, and how it will hold up in the 90+ degree heat.
If it won't survive the heat, I have to wait until after the meeting then swing home and pick it up before heading in to the office. This isn't a big deal, but between the traffic and letting my dogs out, it means I get into the office about 20 minutes later than if I just head straight there.
The set-up, Part Deux: Last night, I was reading more of The Terror. It's a book about an arctic expedition that goes wrong, and at the point I'm currently at, the two ships have been trapped in the ice for over two years. As I was reading the book, I was sitting in the "draft stream" from our window AC's fans, so I was getting a rather cold stream of air.
The point: As I relaxed and read the book last night, I kept thinking about the meeting this morning and what my schedule would be like. And I kept thinking, "At least I can take my food with me and avoid stopping back home. The cold weather will keep it better refrigerated than if it were at home, in the fridge!"
... It's still summer here, with temps in the high 70's to mid 80's ...
But between reading hundreds of pages about men fighting the elements, and the draft from the AC, my brain kept flipping to that "It's really cold outside" mode, even after I realized I was doing it. Every time the thought of the meeting and the food came back to me, my first instinct was, "It will be kept very cold."