It's been more than a month since I posted here and, while there seems to be a multitude of "little reasons", it really comes down to just one.  I've been adversely affected by an overwhelming sense of melancholy directly related to the end of the show.  Like Adama said to Roslin regarding one of his prized novels, "I like it so much I don't want it to end."  Nevertheless I continue to watch each new episode every Friday at 10pm (EST), watch it again every weekend, and speculate to myself about what's coming next.  It's out of character for me to enjoy this show in isolation but it's evolved into exactly that situation.  I don't talk about it as much; I don't blog; perhaps most telling I haven't invented a new drink in weeks and weeks!  Yet here we are.  Despite my disbelief the show is coming to an end.  There is nothing I can do about it.   The set was dismantled and auctioned off in pieces.  The actors have new roles.  Life goes on.  Perhaps humanity survives.  Perhaps "humanity" is merely a term for whatever was/is/will be The 13th Tribe.  In any event, my reality will be forever altered.  I think it's a good thing but "Frak it" anyway.  And thank you.