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Back fresh from the dry cleaners, a pair of golden tan dress corduroys that I've had since Fall 2004.  Until recently, they have been uncomfortably snug in the waist and seat for some several years.  However, with now 25+ pounds of weight loss since late last September, as of yesterday afternoon post-skiing, they are once again extremely comfortable.  Even when seated.  Same thing with the shirt.  Ahhh.  

Otherwise, it was my 11am Zoom office hour as usual this Monday morning.  Mercifully, no takers today, so I was able to finish some online grade entry.  Most student learning teams did very well with their first projects submitted more than a week ago I am happy to report.  

Those students who did not, and there were a few, have problems with time management, planning, organization, and communication within their respective teams even with everything they need to succeed in the course(s) available for easy review online via our classroom and grade management system that we use here.  Then, there are the weekly email reminders and online videos from yours truly.  As the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water. . .  Thus far, the whining has, however, been kept to a minimum.

Finally, I have long suspected that I am at my happiest when out cross-country skiing during the winter months.  But dressing presentably makes one feel pretty darn good too.  Especially when things fit as they should.

Heinz-Ulrich

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