Like most of our social life since the onset of the coronavirus pandemic, this Easter will be spent at home. On our keisters. Granted, around the first two weeks of April, we’re normally in Florida on our annual spring visit to Lauderdale-by-the-Sea with friends. It’s a fun trip, albeit rather late in the season, which annoys me to no end because it’s starting to get nice here in Michigan, and we’ve already spent a month in the sun as snowbirds. The struggle is real. But I tend to get over it quickly. When we call family and friends to wish them a Happy Easter, the conversation generally drifts to the…