You're already home. Pluto just keeps moving the furniture.

"This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody)," Talking Heads, 1983. The song is a man singing about home from inside a body that has spent its life in motion. Home — is where I want to be / Pick me up and turn me round. The trick of the song is its tenderness without sentiment: it stays in 4/4, never lifts into a chorus, and the whole thing functions like a held breath that refuses to become a sigh.

That's you this week, Taurus. The Sun and Mercury are both in your sign — clarity, ease, the sound of being correctly understood. Jupiter is supporting from Cancer with a generous side-glance. But Pluto is squaring you from Aquarius, and that pressure is not negotiable: something deep is being excavated from below the floorboards, and you can feel it without seeing it.

Monday eat well, sleep early, the body knows. Wednesday a piece of news lands softly — receive it without responding the same day. Thursday someone asks you to change your mind on something fundamental; the answer is not yet. Saturday do something slow with your hands. Sunday Mercury leaves your sign for Gemini and the inner monologue gets faster — let the calm of the past week bank itself first.