Cancer

Mars is lurking in your home territory, which means your crustacean shell is practically glowing red-hot like a toaster coil dropped into a coolant reservoir. A trine to Saturn offers surprisingly rigid scaffolding for your delicate emotional heuristics. You do not need to scuttle sideways to evade every minor ping. Pinch back with measured precision. Build a moat out of clean documentation and refuse to deploy untested payloads until the tides stop sloshing against your perimeter walls.