General Conference was different this year (as almost everything is different this year). It wasn't held in the Conference Center with the huge crowd that usually attends. In fact, there was no crowd, and it was held in a room with only the speakers present who all sat socially distanced from each other. The Tabernacle Choir couldn't sing, so clips of their songs from the past were used. It was strange, but it worked fine, and the messages were what really mattered, and they were comforting and illuminating, especially during the first few unsettling weeks of the pandemic. I'm so thankful that we have a literal prophet of God to guide us, and that I believe in him as much as I believe in my Savior.
It was the first Easter that we didn't dye eggs, one, because eggs were hard to come by at the time, and two, because the boys have pretty much outgrown it and don't care if we do it or not.
Even though they weren't all that they usually are, Conference and Easter were two peaceful oases during a cold, strange month.