Good news. Turns out we use the Tropical Zodiac here in the Western world. Which I guess means we can all go back to being whatever astrological signs we were two days ago. That’s good, I guess. My weekely horoscope says that, family-wise, “lots of ‘back and forth’ discussion may be required to ‘work something out’ especially with/between Aries, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Cancer, Taurus or other Scorpio members.” The only persona applicable there is my sister, and the only thing she’s trying to get me to do is adopt a dog from the Rescue. As for my “partner” forecast, they say I “may be handed a ‘great many things to do’ and very little to do them with [and]… [w]hat is ‘fair’ may not enter into it….” Gee there’s a bold prediction. Oh, and it claims my “state of mind” is “anxious but pumped.” Hmm. I’m just not getting that. Anxious? Eh, not that I’ve noticed. Pumped? That’s gonna take a few more cups of coffee.