Not getting any younger

So we helped Bob pack yesterday afternoon/night, and now I sound like a bowl of rice krispies this morning. Every joint in my body is snap, crackling, and popping. I apparently slept the complete sleep of the dead--face down and immobile. Both of my arms fell asleep and when I woke up it was like someone had tied two heavy logs to my shoulders. It's hard to navigate the coffee when your arms are flopping around like over-sized sausages.