Ya, me too. Some days I'm also in a sort of fog; aimlessly navigating through a miasma of lethargy, caught in a quagmire of insipid sensibility, incapable of distinguishing between a raptor and an aardvark. It'll pass, just like gas, and then the sun comes out to vapourize the cobwebs to reveal, as clear as day, an actual aardvark talking to a hawk, pausing their conspiratorial exchange from time to time to look in my direction just to let me know that from henceforward I need to watch my back. You may not have experienced your fog in quite the same fashion because your mushrooms are not as potent as mine.
Anyway, I'm glad that you're seeing some action in your backyard and that it is reminding you of the possibility of an early spring. Ain't fantasy grand?