Progress Report

Elevenish (night)-Sydney rustling up something to eat (zapped pitot-in-plastic-bags with something flaming in a fryingpan).As usual,delicious.The kiln has swallowed some four-plus kilos of salt,producing rings of steadily-increasing intensity-the last beginning to show some orange-peel effects.We're probably hovering around 1260-1270 degrees,cone ten (nominally 1300)is almost down,the pyrometer is fried (again) and out of action,so we're firing by instinct.Probably another hour/two to end of firing-much earlier than planned.