Busy thinking, drew a pigeon

The pigeon looked at me for a long time. Usually they take flight but this fellow was quite happy looking at and through me with a dead round eye. I used this as an excuse to get the pens out and start drawing, a way of starting on something else.

The pigeon will never know that.

I awoke this morning from a nightmare where I was losing my memories and couldn't remember the name of my cat. I kept calling him Jack, but Jack the Cat died many years ago. I got lost in the city of Glasgow and couldn't find my way back (this has actually happened to me but that is a story for another time). I forgot how to use a smart phone.

Of course in my dream, it turned out a cabal of malicious, diabolical occultists were behind it all.