Joe came home today. It's so good to see him back here at home, in his own bed. He seems really happy and I think is feeling much better. He's still very weak so he had to come home by "patient transfer" (aka a rented ambulance). Right now, he's in bed snoozing and Mark is watching Live 8, patiently waiting for Pink Floyd to come on.
He and I actually had a decent night of sleep last night. Hanging around the emergency room for hours on end is exhausting, mentally and physically. It's been a long week but, hopefully, all three of us will enjoy the rest of this long weekend.