Three-inch Nine-Patch

Watched “Tangled” yesterday. This song struck a chord:

“7:00 a.m. the usual morning lineup: start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean,

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up. Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15.

So, I'll read a book or maybe two or three. I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery.

I'll play guitar and knit, and cook and basically wonder, ‘When will my life begin?’

Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts, and baking. Papier-mâché, a bit of ballet and chess.

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making, then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a dress!

I'll reread the books if I have time to spare. I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere.

Then I'll brush and brush, and brush and brush my hair stuck in the same place I've always been.

And I'll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering, ‘When will my life begin?’”