Admiral -
A young and eager ensign has ensured me he will deliver this letter to you personally. I usually wouldn't send a letter through such a source, but I don't believe anyone is interested in the correspondence of an old school teacher and have little worry that it will reach you with its seal intact.
It's not like it used to be, Bill. I'm beginning to feel like a person again for the first time since the attacks. I'm no longer the President, just a citizen, and if you'll believe it, I've almost drifted into anonymity. I like to believe it's because people are finally getting back to their lives, they're too busy shopping at the market and going to work and taking care of their children to notice or care about some washed up ex-President. I hope I don't sound unappreciative, it's nice to just be "Laura" or "Miss Roslin," but, well, you remember what it was like when the Pegasus first arrived and Adm. Cain assumed command. It's a relief to no longer have any formal responsibility to the Fleet and humanity as a whole, but I still feel like I owe them something. But as you've told me many times, the people made their decision, they want Baltar as their President and there's no recourse to be taken against it. Sorry, I'm rambling.
I hope Lee's doing well; I want to hear all about him and how he's doing with the Pegasus. I'm sure he's a fine commander.
I miss you, Bill, and I hope to hear from you soon.
- Laura Roslin