Last week was a building collapsing in real time and this week is the morning after, where you're standing in the rubble with a coffee trying to figure out what's load-bearing and what was always going to fall. The opening days are still inside last week's blast radius — Mars and Saturn are sitting on top of each other in Aries on Sunday evening, Mercury catches up to them by Monday, and the whole brain-and-body of you is finally getting language for the thing you've been trying to articulate for months but couldn't because Mercury was wading through Pisces fog and you sounded vaguely insane every time you tried. Now the words exist. The plan develops a plan. The reality check arrives and it's actually less brutal than the version you'd been catastrophizing about at 2am — turns out the fear was bigger than the actual terrain.

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