Pisces — today

Your cat knows. That particular slow-blink it gave you this morning wasn't affection — it was assessment. *Neptune* sits almost exactly *sextile* the *Sun* today, which sounds lovely until you realise it means your grasp on what's actually happening versus what you've decided is happening has become essentially ceremonial. You're not deluded, exactly. You've just built a very convincing internal documentary about your own life and quietly cast yourself as the misunderstood one. The specific fear nobody talks about with Pisces isn't abandonment. It's being *understood completely* — and found ordinary. *Mars square Pluto* is grinding in the background like a boiler that needs looking at. You're stalling on something real. What would you do if it turned out you weren't that complicated?