Dear Diary, We're getting close to WildWorld. We just passed the old gas station on the right and the little store with the red and green roof. I counted the whole way--5 of us, 5 taps on my leg, 2 kids playing in a sprinkler, 6 cars on the side of the road. Seems like I count more than ever. I can't help it. Nobody else in the car counts stuff--I can tell. They sing songs and think about whatever they want. When Mom taps the steering wheel it's for...