47 hours and 12 minutes until closing. Still no definite word. Isn't this FUN, ladies and gentlemen? I am completely out of patience, and at this point I am so tired that I can't even cry any more. Do know one thing, though: I will never, EVER, buy a house again without pharmaceutical assistance. I don't know how they do things in Texas, but this is definitely NOT the way they do things on the rest of planet Earth. This seller may be one of the dumbest, rudest people I have ever had to deal with in my entire life, and if she actually shows up at closing, I might have to wring her neck.