Downward-dogging it with Cuomo
Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Zoom Yoga
It was the second week of quarantine, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Not really, of course — but I was going pretty crazy. I’m one of those people with what they call a “daily yoga practice.” Or, if not quite daily, at least several times a week. And I hadn’t been to the yoga studio since…