Same batch, eight hours later:

I kept thinking about the head of kreusen building on top of the wort as I was trying to read myself to sleep last night. Finally, I gave up, got out of bed and stuck the blow-off tube down the neck of the carboy. Good thing I did, because the batch started blowing off kreusen in the middle of the night.

Had to sort of Rube Goldberg a platform for the pitcher.