At the end of a particularly gratifying morning yoga class led by a slender, young, no-nonsense Russian blonde, the woman on the mat to my left whispered with a smile, “I’m yoga stoned.” Consistently doing yoga at least twice a week in 2019, I gotta tell you, is paying real dividends. The nourishment for my body, mind and spirit feeds the satisfaction I get from following through on what I said I was going to do.

When I got home from my yoga class, I put away my mat, fished my cell phone from a pocket and noticed that I’d missed a call. It wasn’t local, but I recognized the 631 area code.