Last night I had a dream I was glazing a board of pitchers. The first pitcher I picked up and glazed was to thin. It was like a ceramic egg shell dipped in a thick wet glaze that turned it to mush. The second pitcher I knocked over and it broke and the third and the fourth met an early demise. The last pitcher on the board was so off in shape it reminded me of a box of Raisinets you get at the movies and in a rage I hurled it into the wall. And then the board was empty.

I finished throwing on Wednesday. Since then we have just been picking our way down a long list of chores before we start firing around the 15th. There is glaze to mix and sieve, pots to decorate, bisque ware to glaze, wadding to mix up and roll and numerous others small tasks. All the wood is stacked, and the furniture is cleaned and washed.