8/22/2020
(Above: Feeding Doug is sometimes a messy process.)
Summary: Today began with calisthenics, piano practice, and a beef pasture inspection with Padre. This was ensued by my gathering some boxes and meeting a Master Blend half-cow customer at Larry Sams’ new butcher facility. Even though my second impression of the facility was the same as my first – namely, that it was a creepy old place*— and I slipped down some algae-covered wooden steps, the beef was properly cut and well-packaged, and the cutting room was cold & neat.
I returned home after helping the customer load his boxes, and on doing so, cleaned up, tended to a couple chores, and wrote for about 2 hours. This was ensued my grilling a Wangus chuck steak** and then by lunch at 12:15 PM. The midday meal consisted of the aforementioned beef accompanied by homemade BBQ sauce and a cucumber salad.
(6:12 PM Update:) Afternoon activities were initiated with my beginning to write today’s post and my enjoying 1.5 hours worth of leisure. This was ensued by helping with farm tasks, including: moving fodder-filled buckets, catching / weighing a Wagyu calf, mixing feed via shovel, removing garbage from potato chip byproduct, stirring more feed via pitchfork, and checking the Holstein herd for animal anomalies. After all this, I returned to Jacobhouse and tended to some kitchen tasks (feeding Doug and making pizza dough / sauce / toppings for later).
A couple plump beef heifers enjoying the overcast day. 
Big ol’ Stein. Primo can be seen working on the fence in the distance. 
After feeding Doug, I stirred together pizza dough for a three-cheese pizza. 
A picture that Padre sent me while he walked through the rainy beef pasture: A miniature melon surrounded by what appear similar to Scotch Bonnet mushrooms.
Final Note: After concluding this entry, I intend to write for a little while and then enjoy some leisure.
*The building is over 40-50 years old, and it has just reopened after being closed for 25 or more years.
** The initiation of this cooking was a particularly startling and halfway amusing affair. On igniting the grill burners, I heard snapping and crackling (more than the usual amount). I opened up the grill to ensure everything was going well beneath the hood, and I was met by a vile screech. Astonishment was followed by amusement as I witnessed a rat scramble out of the grill, leap – still smoldering – all the way to the ground (not even landing on the deck first), and scurry into the nearby field. I had to clean out the nest that it was building on the catch-plate beneath the grill, but other than that, the grilling process proceeded to go as well as it usually does.