Your passport wants a scandal, not a stamp.
The Moon is waxing gibbous in Capricorn, but your spirit animal is a drag queen at the airport: bored, a little hungover, ready to start a trade war for free WiFi. Today’s Sun-Mercury tag team is squaring Uranus like a Real Housewives reunion, so expect random outbursts and someone flipping a metaphysical table. You’re watching the U. S. vs. Canada trade tiff and thinking, “Why not just turn the border into an open bar?” Venus opposite Saturn retrograde wants you to flirt with adventure and commitment at the same time, but the universe says, “Pick a lane, diva.” Your hot take for Sunday: boundaries are made to be crossed, especially if there’s poutine on the other side. Underneath the camp, there’s one Sag truth: your wild optimism is contagious, even if half your plans are held together by vibes and expired passports. Dare someone to call you out—you’ll just book a ticket and go.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Sagittarius. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
