Capricorn

Pluto grinds through your late degrees, forming an exact sextile to Neptune while Saturn anchors the watery depths of Pisces. You are rebuilding your entire operational mountain out of reinforced granite, yet the celestial weather insists on treating it like damp papier-mâché. Do not panic if the rigid boundaries of your daily queue soften unexpectedly. A flexible chassis survives tectonic shifts far better than brittle cast iron. Yield three degrees to the left; your bedrock will remain intact.