No, my baby, the Nikon, is still dead. But I have some great news that is almost as good.
I am getting taller!
Okay, first of all, don't believe the tape measure which still reads 62 inches. Tape measures, like weight scales, grow old and cease to function properly. My scale pooped out years ago. It perpetually reads about 10 pounds more than it should. ( its 20 pounds off after a good holiday meal .)
A more accurate indicator is the body itself. This morning I woke up completely inspired to begin a new exercise regiment. I stretched my arms, I stretched my neck, I twisted my trunk. And then it was time for my leg stretches.
I bent forward and down to touch my toes... but I couldn't reach them. I tried again but my fingertips remained suspended above my toes by at least 4 inches. A few years ago I could reach my toes with no effort at all, but now I am coming up 4 inches shy. Well, there's no way I could have lost 4 inches off the length of my arms so I can only surmise that my legs are 4 inches taller.
That would make me 5' 6".
This is amazing. I just had a growth spurt at 46 and I feel fabulous! To heck with the exercising. I'm celebrating this morning.
Ahhhh, life is good.