I blame it on a friend who sent me the youtube link to Lil' Ed and the Blues Imperials singing "Icicles in my Meatloaf." Said it reminded him of my barbequing in the open air of the palace in mid winter.
By the time I got to my office I was singing "Icicles in my Meatloaf" in my head, while watching for careless pedestrians on the slippery streets, and wondering why icicle doesn't have a "y" like bicycle does.
Under the melodic bliss of pondering the mysteries of the universe I rushed into the warmth of the office, totally oblivious to my poor mid-morning banana snack left shivering on the passenger seat.
Two hours later, in the frost of my cold truck on a minus 20 degree morning, I discovered the Chiquita Kid, stiff as a popsicle.