Two things happened. The instructor Jayne (the y is there) (they are all so intimidatingly thin and limber. I keep waiting for Real Yoga.) told us that restorative yoga is about leaving your cell phone and your watch behind. So I actually did. I left them both in the locker room. They called and I had to walk back there a few hours later.
She said your organs are smiling. That’s the kind of sentence that makes me feel oy vey. Maybe I shouldn’t take yoga. Do I want my organs to smile?