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I was in a conference room with a large monitor on one wall and an equally massive white board on another. There was a faint smell of curry leftover from the Thai food we had ordered in for lunch. I rolled out my yoga mat in the narrow space between the central conference table and the wall - there was just enough space on the dusty concrete floor to accommodate me. As I settled into a cross-legged position on the mat, my dog, Kraken, laid down in the corner. He knew that yoga time for me meant naptime for him. A conference room was certainly not my usual yoga spot, but it was good enough for now. It had been a long week. In fact, the week didn't even end on Friday evening like normal, because my husband had to work through the weekend. Kraken and I hung out at his office all day Saturday, just to spend time together before I left town. I pressed into my hands, stretching backward into Downward-Facing Dog. Kraken twitched and snored in the corner. In the next room, my husban...