After all that denial, I managed to prep most of the foods for two evenings of Pesach in one day, with time left to lounge on the patio basking in the gorgeous spring evening with Loucious in his leaf pile.  I felt pretty accomplished.  It won’t be the conventional two seders and a banquet, but it will feature the basic symbolism and spirit of the holiday.  No one would have the time and energy right now to endure the whole Haggadah anyway, and my charoset is still the best (after it gets more schnockered).  What more can you want?