When I got up this morning, I turned on NPR’s Weekend Edition, only to find myself smack-dab in the middle of a postmortem with Mary McDonnell. I haven’t even dared to visit Facebook yet, for fear of destabilizing my own still-coalescing thoughts on the experience similarly, I won’t go near the various blogs I read. Let me note how sympathetic I am toward, and dubious about the chances of, their or anyone’s ability to navigate the days ahead without having the ending spoiled. On the topic of spoilers, I know of a few ambitious souls (hi, Suzanne!) who are holding the finale in reserve, planning to watch it next week. Hence everything I’m about to say is colored by having seen the two-hour-and-eleven-minute conclusion, and spoilers lie in wait. I’d meant to write my final entry in the “Counting Down Galactica” series before the airing of the finale on Friday night a power outage in my neighborhood prevented me from doing so.