First: I didn’t sleep all that well last night.  Was I anxious because I was waiting for Santa…to leave?  Or was the bed lumpy?

Regardless of the real reason I was sleepless, I distinctly remember the perceived reasoning I had for being so nervous.  In my mind, I was responsible for an entire space battle.  Each ship in this battle had some kind of famous navigator (as in, a famous person who was navigating, not a person famous for navigating) and every one had some kind of strength and weakness.

I remember being worried about losing the battle (although I don’t remember, or perhaps never even knew, what the consequences of losing would be) and about sending celebrities to their doom in space.

I woke up at around 6 with a bit of a headache, took some Advil, and went back to bed, where I was able to actually sleep until 9 or so.

This must be what William Adama feels like every day of his life.