What a difference a year makes!
Although the Pandemic was already on its way, we were, most of us, still quite oblivious to its implications last year when Lent began as usual with a typically well-attended Ash Wednesday, followed by Friday Stations of the Cross and community Fish Dinners. Meanwhile, my mother was unexpectedly taken ill on Ash Wednesday and died a little over a week later. It was, while we were planning for her funeral, that the pandemic suddenly took over our lives and everything else. On the advice of both my doctor and my bishop, my trip to California and her funeral were indefinitely postponed. Meanwhile, we were all suddenly dispensed from the Sunday Mass obligation, and within another week all public Masses were suspended.
So my typical Lenten pattern became Mass said privately in the locked church at around 11:00 a.m., after which I opened the church for a while for people (masked and distant) to come for private prayer. Meanwhile, because of my own personal technological limitations and the parish's limited resources, it took time to get up to speed on how to live-stream Mass, which we finally started doing on Palm Sunday. Such was last year's Lent, likely the strangest Lent I have ever experienced.