Love is in the baking and no one needs a dollop of shugga more than you. Work is a pain in the ass, Leo. In order to maintain your sanity, use those sick days wisely. Your life needs more spontaneity, less banality. The stars suggest surgical removal of the ten-foot pole lodged up your ass.
Many secrets hide in scruffy tufts of chin hair.
Remember, too, bearded women are no less dangerous. Scorpio, when life hands you a lemon, demand a banana. Yellow fruit may indeed be your destiny, but you certainly cannot survive solely on acidic produce. It would be in your best interest to avoid all elevators and cable-connected cars of the like for the next week. A grope of the crystal ball reveals the color green.