got woken up last night by the sounds of sirens. they just kep coming and coming and coming which is strange since even though we live near a firehouse, they usually go right by and that’s it. but last night, after the 5th truck and cop car going by at 50 mph I knew something bad was up. Looked out the window and saw flames rising up a couple blocks away up the hill above Dolores park. I’ve only seen a house fire once before and it was much smaller, this looks like the multiple houses were on fire (but it turns out, just one I think after reading about it in the paper this morning)
I could hear the firefighters talking through bullhorns (I read that they rescued people off a balconey with a ladder truck. Scary stuff.
fog fog fog today in lovely downtown San Francisco, didn’t bring my jacket today, breaking SF Law #1. Always have layers. I’m biknig home so I should stay warm. New sneakers. My old pair of chucks had a hole in the sole which meant I had to walk around the puke and urine and water in the streets if I walked to BART in the morning from home. I leared a good way of walking on my right heal, but I’ve decided that is a coping behavious, not a real solution. Nobody has stepped on my new white shoes yet, thankfully.