Just when I've settled into being back in San Francisco again, it's pretty much time to leave. I fly tomorrow afternoon and land Friday morning, and spend the intervening hours wishing that someone would just get on and invent that damn teleportation device we've all been yearning for. It's been a great trip, and I'm sad to leave both the city and all my friends - old and new. I will, of course, be happy to get back to T'Other, though, even if he does fly out to Kuala Lumpur on Saturday morning!

Meantime, I'm left bemused that the events of the night of 8 July 2005 were, last night, replicated almost perfectly. Two years ago, I awoke to sirens, eventually getting out of bed to see that there was a large fire in progress just down the road. Last night, just before 5am, I awoke to sirens, eventually getting out of bed to see that there was a medium-sized fire in progress just down the road.

Weird.

Here's the picture from last night:



And the picture from two years ago, which I think I took from higher up the staircase:



Weird, eh?

(Note: I swear I'm not a firebug!)