Marine Son is fighting the fires.
Indian Princess and Baby A remain at home, feeling secure that they're far enough away from the flames. I hope so. My greatest comfort lies in the fact that they live in military housing, and the Marine Corps will evacuate their own if it's necessary.
But Baby A is breathing polluted air through lungs that have only been operational for 34 days.
So Grandma Bitty ordered an air purifier, and after an initial delay in the UPS system, the package is back in transit, due to be delivered on Tuesday.
Get it there on Tuesday, or even sooner -- that's what I want Brown to do for me.
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