Home on the DeRanged

While I did "nothing"
something got done
while I wasn't at "work"
our home was well run

there's now an unfamiliar
scent in the air
it's the smell of clean
it's the smile that I wear

the hours they flew
the day has gone by
it was fun being me
without asking why

mundane chores
were a pleasure to do
when given the chance
to see them through

of course it helps
to sip on wine
without a boss
to mark the time