It's raining outside and every twenty minutes or so I lean my guitar against the chair, duck out of the warm kitchen, walk through the rain to the kiln building to check the cones. Then I rush back to the kitchen and my tea.
Breeze is asleep on the linoleum floor. For the last hour I've been playing Boulder to Birmingham along with an Emmylou Harris recording.
Some nights waiting on the kiln are better than others.