The best thing I can say about today, aside from being together, is that it's behind us. Louie grew weary of the baths. His sentiment initially was amiable, even helpful, but during the last few he's been reticent and distraught, sobbing softly for the duration. Hospital sleep is restless, he wants to be home. He held down two saltines and a half of banana. Clearly the effects of the drugs are taking hold; zero appetite, nausea, irritability. We played some games, watched movies and napped, but watching the time crawl is not a pleasant or consuming distraction. I can attempt as much sunniness as I can muster, but when the will to laugh is absent, there are no ticklish spots. Another "rest" day tomorrow.