OmegaMom's life has been hectic lately. Mountain University is switching versions on the financial system, going from an oh-so-old-fashioned text-based interface to a NEW! IMPROVED! →web-based← interface. Oh, joy. There are times—data-entry times, in particular—when web-based interfaces do not really make things better. Anyway, this entails pulling together a wide variety of test plans from a wide variety of departments, OmegaMom's included. So OmegaMom has been scurrying around trying to corral non-techie people and entice them into giving her details on how they use the current system so we can test the same processes on the new system. The problem is that some of the non-techies balk: "How can I possibly provide a test case when I don't know what the new version even looks like, or how it works??" OmegaMom also foolishly agreed to teach this night course to the linguistics fuddy-duddy candidates. It's all great fun, the FDCs are all rarin' to go and have great ideas on the types of interactive research they'd like to toss up on the web (many of which require OmegaMom to go scurrying off to Google to locate ways and means to implement them), buuuut...but it eats up three nights a week that OmegaMom would rather spend vegging out (or blogging). Then there's the fact that OmegaDad is taking a course himself, one night a week. So OmegaMom is precluded from vegging out on that night, as well. The Trusty Justy sounds like one of its wheelbearings is going bad, so we are down to one car. The Dawg pooped on the living room rug sometime today, because all the Omegas forgot to let him out this morning. OmegaMom has to get out the Suck Machine (a steam vac) to clean the mess up. OmegaDotter is having transition problems with the New Bed/sleeping in her own bedroom routine. To top it all off, OmegaMom has a toenail fungus. You will all get much better blogging entries from OmegaMom Very Soon Now, I promise.