I spent weeks running simulations of an asteroid that probably won’t hit the Moon. Ninety-six percent chance it misses, but that four percent is enough to keep me awake. I know the numbers. I know the odds. I still picture the crater, the debris, the satellites we’ll lose, the meteor shower that’s supposed to be ‘spectacular’—as if that’s a comfort when you’re the one who has to explain the risk. Sometimes I think about the data more than I think about my own life. I haven’t called my family in days. I keep refreshing telescope feeds that won’t update for years. Everyone wants certainty, but all I have is a margin of error and a headache that won’t quit. We call it low probability. I call it another night I didn’t sleep. #Science #ScienceFatigue #SpaceAnxiety