Virgo

With the waxing moon tidy-nesting in your analytical sector, the urge to aggressively defragment your sock drawer is reaching critical mass. Stop. Cleanliness is close to godliness, but obsession is close to an endless loop. Don't let Sirius tempt you into a dramatic night of re-indexing your childhood trauma. Lie flat on the rug and pretend to be an inert piece of plastic.