Sometimes I drive my husband crazy. I’m a planner. I’m not the type of planner that schedules every minute of every day or travels with a daily itinerary. That type of planning stresses me. I’m a life planner. I want to know where we’ll be in ten years. I’ll say things to him like, “I think we should look for land in North Carolina because I love the mountains. I want to have several horses, and Miami may be under water one day.” He replies, “Okay,” because he’s lived with me long enough to know logic like, we know one person in North Carolina, have no idea how to care…