I’ve run into Adrianne at the library about 3,000 times this week. The first floor study desks; the stacks; the stairs; the entrance hall. It’s not as sexy as it sounds (it never is). Thursday night I even passed by her as I was on the way there, while she was apparently heading home. Usually I spot her first (the local foliage starts to wilt, clueing me in), and can duck out of the way before she realizes I’m around, but she totally got the jump on me this time. She tilted her head and glowered at me as she crossed the street. When I realized who it was, I waved to her and chuckled like a super villain. She shook her head in disgust. When she got to the other side of the street, she turned her head back my way; it still had that same expression - impatience and disgust, which reminded me that she has that expression all the time, whether in or out of the newsroom. Don’t get me wrong; it looks good on her, especially from a safe distance.