My partner sent me an email today. "Hey! Passover starts today."
I sent back a quick, "Yeah, I'm not going to get around to that this year. Good thing you bought yourself (half-sour) pickles."
Seriously. Store-bought pickles are the closest I'm getting to doing a Seder this year.
Easter's only happening because my mother's in town and we already had a turkey in the freezer. But there will be no dyeing of eggs, no carefully arranged baskets, and no way will I attend sunrise service, even though it's half a mile from my house.
I'm a Sunday School director, so there will be some amount of Happy Bunny Land at work.
Getting back to 'normal' is hard work. Getting to full holiday observances? Another mountain entirely.