Still here. The Word of the week is 'uncanny.' I always think I know exactly what this word means, but, checking the OED, I'm reminded that the definition in my brain is always slightly off from the actual one. Uncanny is just a slippery word...mischievous and unreliable, actually. Despite my hazy grasp of this word, I think it still applies to my week. And here is why: First, I spoke with someone about the passing of one of my favorite writers, only to find out later in the day that it was the 126th anniversary of her death. Second, I've been running around and writing about falling down and getting hurt, and that's exactly what I did this weekend. "Partaking of a supernatural character; mysterious, weird, uncomfortably strange?" Check. "Careless, incautious, dangerous, unsafe"? Check. Check. Check. Lovely grayish purple ankle, you better heal soon.  ¶ 3:57 PM