Back to studying use of time again and ran across this story from the Internet:
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in half an hour?
She would gasp and stammer, "I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday. I had a late breakfast. It looks like rain." And my personal favorite: "It's Monday."
She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.
Go to lunch with somebody you love tomorrow.