I confess to have yelled at my husband today. His procrastination with so many important things is beyond what I could handle. I've been doing so much research on houses we should visit. I lumped a few in an area that look like possibilities. In a desirable area and one I'd actually want to live in, and not too far from his sister's house. I asked him three times to PLEASE pick up the phone and make appointments, preferably for tomorrow. But he just won't. If I didn't have trouble speaking with the realtors, I'd pick up the phone and call. The effort for him should not be difficult. Just pick up the phone, dial, wait for the realtor to answer, and make an appointment. As simple as that. I wish he'd just do it! God dang it, do it! No meditation or contemplation of the meaning of life there is needed. These houses fly off the market. You snooze, you lose.