"LEO (July 23-Aug. 22):
Happy Valentine's Day, Leo! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love how well you're maintaining your sanity as you weave your way along the curvy uphill path with the wasteland on one side and the fake paradise on the other. I admire the fact that your sense of humor is expanding, not shrinking, in the face of floods of ambiguous data. And I adore the fierce poise and openhearted skepticism you're able to muster as you struggle against all odds to be true to yourself. You're my hero, Braveheart."
My Voice horoscope. I would think it rather good, were it not for the fact that I have just finished spending several days doing precisely the opposite of what it claims. My sanity was not maintained as I strode between waste and false paradise. My sense of humor grew nowhere, despite a virtual torrent of ambiguous data.
I take comfort in the fact that as this is a horoscope, it is meant to be (at least nominally) a portent of things to come. I therefore look forward to my promised period of grace and poise.