at long last, i am finally caught up with battlestar galactica.  

i lost the thread of season three in the midst of my most recent coast-to-coast move, and then never found it again.

thank you, sci fi, for marathon-ing episodes leading up to the season premiere - though damn you for skipping one and making completist-minded me have to scramble to track it down. 

now that i’m up to speed, i have only one question:

what is a tory foster and why do i have to care?  

my pick for the last of the final five?  boomer.  no, not that one.  that one.