Matt arrived home from Los Angeles on Friday evening. I was at Bailee's softball game and Matt called to tell me that Russell looked like death. Hello!?! I know! I have been looking after him all week. Matt is Russell's person so, when Matt got home, Russell finally came out of hiding from under the couch and sat on Matt's lap where he proceeded to shiver and shake. I think his fever finally broke. By the time I got home that evening Russell was greatly improved and well on the way to returning to his old self. Matt suggests that his mere presence brings about miraculous healing in those around him. Yeah. We'll see about that the next time I get bronchitis.