Leo — Friday 3 July 2026

Venus is already in your sign, Jupiter just shuffled in, and somehow you've arrived at Friday convinced you should spend the weekend rearranging your furniture to "reset the room's whole feeling." You won't. What you'll actually do is move the armchair eighteen inches, declare it transformative, and then spend three hours defending that decision to yourself because someone raised an eyebrow. *Mercury retrograde* in Cancer is doing something unpleasant to your sense of proportion: making small corrections feel like personal attacks. That Mars-Uranus conjunction is all crackle and no direction, which means you're restless rather than productive, and restless Leos redecorate instead of thinking. Being wrong isn't the issue. Watching yourself insist you weren't is. **Avoid the IKEA website.** You'll buy a shelf. You don't need a shelf.