9/28/2003 01:25:24 AM|||Amy|||Tomorrow we are going to go on a driving tour of a wildlife park. I feel a strong compulsion to write here of my fear that something terrible is going to happen - such as we'll be squashed by an 18 wheeler or we'll run into a giraffe. Monkey is calling so I can't whine on about this for any length of time, but I want to call this whole thing off. It's too damn much of a risk with a six week old baby. It's as if her vulnerability works as a magnet pulling tragedy towards us - perhaps I should put a little faith in the saying that God looks after fools and babies. Maybe we're doubly protected with me being the fool. Maybe I should get some sleep so that I can make the drive.|||106473034077774746|||A Day with the Wild Life