So my dog has discovered the church atrium.  He loves to weave in and out of the columns, actually he now sits by the door and whines every night until I take him down there.  Often it’s around 10:30 or 11.  He’s usually pretty focused and quiet about it but occasionally he can’t help himself and lets out an exuberant bark, which in a stone space like that sounds like a cannon.  Hopefully he’s not waking up all the sisters in the convent across the common.  The atrium is a pretty special space to me since I helped lay all the stone – one of the best weeks of my life – so it makes us both happy to end every day with a little time there.