Sagittarius

Your navigational telemetry is pointed squarely at the galactic core while your local wheels are stuck in a puddle of mineral oil. You want to execute a bold ten-year expansion map, but your immediate task queue contains sixteen unfiled documentation tickets. Do not abandon the mundane chores to chase an exotic pulsar. Fire one well-aimed utility arrow directly into the immediate backlog. The horizon will still be there after you finish cleanup.