There goes another day

This morning in bed I was lazily dozing quite late (while the cat's away), and listening to Nat Rad. They were talking about the nasty Austrian daddy/grandaddy, and also about the giant squid. In my sleepy state I couldn't tell whether it was those poor children that lived in the basement, or the squid, that had enlarged pores because of the dark, and enlarged irises. In my brain now those poor children are a little colossal squid as well as a little bit grandchild/child.