As a kid (I vaguely remember that I was a kid at one time in my life), I could never figure out why my Mom always groaned when she stood up and sat down. I of course knew that I would never do that no matter how old I got….until it happened. After jockeying my desk all day, I stand up and feel the pain of generations of aging bones. My neck hurts but that doesn’t compare to the cracking that my back and knees make as I stand. Then I have to balance there before moving as the pain travels down my back. I almost have a bow-legged swagger until everything settles and I can move smoothly again. Now I wonder how my Mom managed so well…….