Why mess with perfection? This was my horoscope the day of the initiation. Suffice it to say I felt cherished and welcomed and everything is all bright and sunny. I’ll just leave it at that.
As I compose your horoscope, I’m sitting in a restaurant in San Francisco’s Chinatown dining on something the menu refers to as a Milky Golden Prize Delight Bun. And I’m thinking, I bet it’s going to be a kind of Milky Golden Prize Delight week for you Cancerians . . . a Sweet Creamy Lusty Elixir week . . . a Rich Thick Tasty Brilliance week. If you can manage it, I suggest you try to have a dream one of these nights in which you find a delicious morsel of the sun in a bowl of pudding, and savor it all while listening to the full moon sing you a thrilling lullaby.