I did three loads of laundry today. As I folded the duvet cover, I did not put it back on the pristine white duvet. Why? I am living for now. It is only a duvet. I am no longer protecting the future, but rather living in the present. I remember how my mother only took out her good china teacups on special occasions. I used to tease her about this, but later I would understand. She was a child of the Depression and of scarcity. I have known no scarcity. I have never known scarcity. But I do know what living in fog is like.  I do not know if…