The diet worked. I lost two pounds off my belly, and I am once again a lean bean. I'm happy about it and feeling extra-vain, which is fine by me. I'll take it for as long as it lasts.
My hair is growing out nicely (from pixie cut to... until I decide it's long enough). I was getting frustrated with my stylist's plan for growing out the layers, which seemed to consist of growing the sides but leaving the back kind of short and choppy. I want it LONG-long, so that I can braid it and put fun little doodads in it (bows and clips and suchlike). None of this angled-bob nonsense. Give me all-out, flowy Rapunzel locks! Finally, we agreed that it's time to let the back grow out too. It's just past my ears now, and headed south fast. I see doodads in my future.
Also in the hair department, I am firmly committed to baking soda and apple cider vinegar in place of shampoo and conditioner. My hair hasn't been this smooth and well-behaved since I was a kid. A little dab of coconut oil goes a long way if it gets a bit too dry. It's actually "wavy" instead of frizzy now. Awesome.
The lawsuit in my workplace has not yet been resolved. It still sucks. It's still putting a strain on my family relationships, because it's a family business. I still wonder at least once a week whether it's worth the stress. However, on account of I'm going to inherit the mess in a few years no matter what, I may as well stick around and stay informed. That might make it a little easier when my step-dad pops his clogs and I have to sort out his estate.
I'm looking forward to a birthday in a few weeks. I'm going to be 42, which is excellent. I have been waiting to be this age ever since the early 1980's, when I read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, in which 42 is stated to be the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. What does this actually mean? Your guess is as good as mine, but it makes me happy.
That's about it for news, which is fine by me. Enjoy your long weekend! I'm enjoying mine.