Let's live for today

Two items in snailmail today, and both of them highlight the same word.

Addressed to "the weed puller":

And, addressed to my actual name:

Assuming there's something to this synchronicity business, I slapped on a Grass Roots compilation and tossed both items. (The Democratic survey, to its credit, seemed less doctrinaire than some I've seen; there are actually three options on some questions instead of two.)

All together now:

We were never meant to worry, the way that people do,
And I don't need to hurry, as long as I'm with you....