Pascal pandemic

Our first Easter in this condo:

The Resident Fan Boy donned his suit, and sat down at the computer to sing hymns at the screen during a prerecorded service from the nearly empty cathedral.  Then, in his capacity of church warden, he presided over "coffee hour" via Zoom.

I left him to it and strolled out into the bright sunshine on the deserted street.  I delivered Easter chocolate to Demeter, and she told me that it was snowing in Ottawa and she was so sorry for elder daughter.  The phone rang.  It was elder daughter, asking Demeter to step out on her balcony.

Baffled, Demeter followed me to look down to the front path, where elder daughter stood, having arrived the night before.  Elder daughter travelled across the country, but on the last flight from Vancouver to Victoria, two fellow passengers had come from London -- and one of them had a cough.  She doesn't want to be any closer than six feet from Demeter for the next two weeks.

This Easter wasn't what we were expecting.

But it could be so much worse.