One of my favorite preachers just posted about "napping to the glory of God." I love it.
I'm sending Basque of the day into a leave of absence until I get there and start learning words in real life. This is getting ridiculous with me flipping to the page where it says "Watermelon: angurri" and then telling you all about it.
Instead, here's a picture of my friend Tory about to smoosh the spider sculpture outside the Gugg like a bug: