It has become a protracted and amusing joke, the gods of pottery. It started when I was in college, don't remember who it was who was the first... They really have no names or other designations, but they MUST BE APPEASED with sacrifices of... what else? Pottery. The kiln gods are apparently the most flighty of these, as their whims can only, at best, be hoped to be positive for the one firing the kiln. I am going to open the kiln in just a little bit. I am... hesitant. I'm always a little scared to open a kiln and see if the kiln gods have smiled upon me and bestowed upon me marvellous finished wares. We shall see.
UPDATE:
Nothing died! That's a plus. Some things didn't fire out completely though, necessitating another firing later... But that can wait a bit. *whew*!
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