Today wasn't the best of days for moment-dwelling.
This morning, we learned that a coworker who had been in intensive care after being hit by a drunk driver over the weekend had passed away. She was 44.
About an hour later, my daughter called, in tears, to tell me that a high school friend fighting cancer had received bad news - the disease has spread to her brain. She'll spend her 32nd birthday next week in the hospital.
Gather ye rosebuds, indeed. And while you're at it, make sure the people you care about, know it.