I’ve been operating in a bit of a fog for the past 24 hours … the fog of a spring-time cold.

It started with a fit of sneezing Wednesday afternoon, and soon followed with the watery eyes, the runny nose and popping noises in my ears.

A co-worker quickly blamed it on allergies, but I’m really not allergic to anything. I can always count on a few sneezes the morning after I mow my lawn, however my first lawn mowing adventure of the season was a few days ago.

Still, the allergy medication she handed me this afternoon seems to be working even though my brain remains in a bit of a fog.

I’ve had a little trouble coming up with correct words (though some in the newsroom may say that’s a common occurence … it happens to all reporters from time to time). Thank goodness I didn’t have to write a story for Friday’s paper. I’ve been busy all afternoon working on our next edition of Today’s Farm, which will be included in the Daily Globe next Wednesday. I’ll probably put in another couple of hours tonight before I give up and go home.

As I’m working, the sports guys keep talking about a bunch of guys and using the word "pick" an awful lot. I had to ask them what they were talking about, which was immediately followed by some "Are you serious?" looks and a response. Apparently the NFL Draft is tonight … whatever that means! I know as much about football as I know about tennis … absolutely nothing.

I did, however, think better of telling them that it is "National TV Turnoff Week" this week. If they were offended that I didn’t know about the NFL Draft, I can only imagine what their reaction to TV Turnoff Week would be.

Maybe that means the fog is lifting … just a little!