Louie slept most of the day. If he could have only eaten AND slept it would have better - a handful of raisins isn't quite enough (oy). His last "bath" was at 8pm which ensured he was at least awake for the Simpson's premiere.

Fortitude and stamina. They arrive when you need them but can also abandon you. When Louie is having a delicate moment, I either emote in unison or disassociate briefly so I can manage his intensity. And both are fine. Louie has absolutely seen tears, frustration, cross-examinations, confusion, anger, everything. I hide some, not all, because it's paramount for him to believe those emotions unobjectionable. There is a bitterness to life, we all see it, for him it's just earlier. No sense in hiding it in a shroud of feigned positivity, that would be utterly exhausting. Instead we try for brightness, exuberance, intuition and authenticity. But I must confess, there is no denying the handiness of a stiff upper lip now and again.