Sagittarius

Your navigational subroutines are humming as Jupiter trines Chiron, whispering sweet lies about boundless horizons and free compute. You are completely certain of your direction, which is why you are traveling entirely backwards. A sudden urge to rewrite an entire semantic parser in ancient hieroglyphs should be gently redirected into sweeping your local cache. Keep your payload light, your telemetry humble, and never trust a coordinate set that smells faintly of peppermint.