Where did my weekend go?

Where did the weekend go? Omaha and I were home, I know that. She was still sick, still trying to deal with that horrible cough that seems to be going away slowly. I remember that I assembled six meals ( for both kids. We spent a lot of time putting together a portfolio of pictures of the kids for the year to send to our relatives. There was a lot of futzing with computers to get the print quality up. I moved a lot of old stuff onto archive disks, which is always useful. The girls never did get their episodes of Uninhabited Planet, even though I have 35 through 43 ready for them. Come to think of it, they were so occupied with other stuff they never watched television at all. I actually spent half an hour writing. I damn near set the house on fire Sunday morning when I turned on the wrong burner, with the burner covers stacked on top of it. Another set trashed. Crap. I wish they made them with safety equipment, like an alarm or something. I cleaned and vacuumed the car's interior. Omaha did a lot of laundry and bookkeeping. The girls were difficult about cleaning up, but they did eventually. They had fun smashing the eggs for egg salad sandwiches, but we were out of celery. We stopped by Ikea to pick up more storage for kid stuff, and had dinner there. It was that kind of weekend.

I hate feeling this stupid.

So, we're pipelining different versions of our product at work, and i've been pulled off my lovely new development project to do QA in the mistaken belief that bodies thrown at a problem will somehow get the problem fixed faster. Instead, in the past six hours I have managed to accupy for significant periods of time the testing resources of at least four other people and I still don't have a QA testbed that I can test on.

There are also assumptions in the testing procedure I've been given that I don't understand. "Run these programs" with parameters that I'm sure most of the testing guys have stored in their heads, but I don't. "Insert a blank XYZ drive," but I don't know where blank XYZ drives are stored. "Configure for this kind of network." Oh, great, I haven't configured for a non-TCP-based network in twenty freaking years.

Am I getting old that this is more of a chore and less an adventure?