Capricorn (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Recently, I violated a long-standing vow and purchased a domestic accouterment from a cable TV shopping channel. Now I am the humiliated owner of a material possession I desperately do not need: an elegant ironwork toothbrush caddy. My only excuse is that the mood in my home had grown distinctly messy. That's what drove me, in depression, to be watching the accursed shopping channel at 3 a.m. in the first place. The moral of the story, Capricorn: Drop everything and attend to the first signs that domestic bliss is beginning to unravel. If you dawdle, you may find yourself in a position as compromising as the one I did.
Aquarius (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Is happiness really nothing more than the relative absence of pain? If so, you've probably had a big taste of it lately. But if you've got the gall to pursue a more consuming bliss, I advise you to do it now. Add some peachy-minty-chocolaty spikes to your vanilla comfort. Try the roller coaster, not just the merry-go-round. Yes, I know you may worry that by asking for more you'll risk losing what you've already scored. But this is one week when the astrological powers that be will work hard to help you exceed boundaries that are no longer necessary.
Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20): Recently a friend of mine found herself, to her shock, locked in a lovers' quarrel. She and her companion rarely clash, yet there they were squirming in bed after midnight, obsessively clinging to an argument that barely made sense. During a lull, they noticed that the wind outside had grown from a mere bellow into a shrieking, banging howl. Alarmed by its violence, they turned on the radio, where they discovered that Hurricane Fran had come closer than expected. Their ire instantly dissipated; their angry trance broke. They saw they'd been channeling the storm, inappropriately translating the elemental force into their personal drama. The moral of the tale: Live your own stories, not those of the wind or the rain or the snake in the grass.