This has been the strangest Sunday I have ever spent, and, while I fear there will be many, many more like it, I can guarantee that it will never cease to feel strange. Brenda and I celebrated the Eucharist together in our domestic oratory. It seemed meet and right to begin with the Great Litany, and many of its petitions leapt off the page at me like they never have before. The other accomplishment was doing the exegetical work on a homily for the Second Sunday of Easter. Of course, it won’t be delivered in the context where it was initially intended, but I’ve determined to keep up with all the sermon preparation work that I’d planned, even if only to produce a video. This is all really hard, and while I understand that my cabin fever will soon get unbearable, I expect to bear it anyway, knowing that there are tens of thousands of people whose lots in this is very much worse than mine.