Spike, Emily and Mickey: back in the saddle again

(Spike and Emily cat, and my kiln, code named Mickey, showing its guts)
So, 2:30 am and I awake wondering what the news is, and so I can't sleep and I blog and then I go down and start glazing----at 3am. NOPE, in all my potting years, never started work at 3am. Finished working on glazing ducky cuppies around 8:30. I am doggone tired and hungry. If you have breakfast at 3, then lunch seems appropriate at 8:30. here's a little prayer for a good firing, because Mickey has now had 3 major surgeries since breaking down a month ago. Nothing like a BROKEN KILN DURING THE CHRISTMAS RUSH. Thanks for nothing, Mickey. Well, I replaced the elements, that didn't work, so I ordered wires and connectors and replaced that and it didn't work, then I just rec'd a relay (see black box in pic) and dangit, Mickey is singing with joy and did a first firing (bisque--1800 degrees) yesterday on this load, and is now plugging along with a glaze load.
There is nothing like a guy who is NOT an electrician or kiln repairman (ME) who crosses his fingers and repairs his kiln.....it is scary stuff indeed---there is a lot of juice going through those wires and you want to get it right.
So, you know, a little prayer for Mickey and me.