At church yesterday six people asked what I had done differently to my hair. The answer is nothing. I did the same thing to my hair that I do every Sunday which is blow it dry, flat iron a few strands of tumbelweediness and beat my cowlicks into submission. I asked Katie if my hair looked any different and she said no so my only guess is that 1.) I plucked my eyebrows after a tragically long time and it must have radically changed my face and people just assumed it was my hair that was different, or 2.) The rather thick new gray hair sprouting out of the top of my head. Both seem very plausible.