Taurus — today

You've already decided today is going to be fine. You said it this morning, possibly out loud, to no one in particular. "It's fine." Classic. *Venus* is at 29 degrees of Gemini — the last gasp of a sign it deeply resents being in — and it's in a tight sextile with *Mars* just nudging into your own sign. What this means is that the conditions for something genuinely good are present, theoretically, structurally, on paper. What it also means is that you'll have to be flexible to access any of it, which is where you always lose the plot. You think you'll handle the awkward conversation with quiet dignity. What will actually happen is you'll handle it with quiet *endurance* — which looks identical from the outside but feels, on the inside, like being slowly boiled. You'll absorb everything, agree to something you don't want, and then punish yourself for it with approximately four hours of invisible resentment that you'll insist is not resentment. The day has good bones. You just keep refusing to move in.