This is how much I like you...

My friend, Angela, just called. I invited her to stop over.

It's 1:20 pm. I've not showered, not dressed for company, have on the eyeglasses I've had since 1998 (maybe longer), hair hadn't been combed, the list goes on.

And it strikes me - this is how much I like Angela: I could go get dressed, comb my hair, and brush my teeth. But I am at ease enough to not need to. So, I got a little more dressed. I combed my hair. Cleaned yesterday's mascara out from under my eyes. And, welcomed her in...

(Of course, the fact that she came bearing Diet Coke would have trumped any dis-ease I had.)