I'm nursing the hint of a cold -- sore throat, general fatigue, slight temp -- but besides lying around reading, I did muster up the energy to turn my blackberry pickings from earlier this week into another batch of jam (my second batch from this year's crop with at least one more ahead).
So my morning's reading has been punctuated by that delightful sound of success: ping! and then a bit later, ping! and then again, Ping! -- so far, seven jars have chimed in with their vaccuum-sealed results, and there's only one left as a possible candidate for immediate consumption.
Jam-making, a perfect August-to-Autumn transitional chore. . .