Most delightful aspect of my pandemic is how my mother--with whom I often quarreled early on, trying to get her to take more precautions--now delivers me patriotic little lectures on how We All Do Our Bit to protect the hospitals, which would not be out of place in any WWII movie
This is actually extremely on-brand for my mother, who during 9/11 heard a rumor that firemen needed sweatpants and socks, and immediately stripped the whole house of them to bring to the fire station, forcing us all to launder the pair we'd been wearing nightly for over a month.
Still, the perfect delivery of these speeches, which really could have been written by a 1940s screenwriter, is both heartening and amusing in an otherwise grim time.
And of course, as is dramatically appropriate, it is delivered by a 75-year-old with COPD who (whispers) needs just as much protection from covid as the hospitals, yet never mentions herself.
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