I am glad and looking forward to it! 
Continuing our Cancerian nostalgic remembrance:
These people don’t pant after the spotlight like the extroverted Leos or clownish Sagittarians, but Cancerians have an uncanny sense of publicity, when it pleases them to be noticed. Don’t let that unassuming manner fool you. They secretly enjoy attention, and they’ll soak up any headlines they get. You won’t find Cancer pursuing fame with passion (he pursues nothing with true passion), but he certainly won’t shrink from it. He’s far more likely to bask in the reflected glow of applause than to run away. Cancer may hide from things, but you can be sure that appreciation is not one of them.
If you’re the kind of person who catches cold easily, wear your raincoat when you expose yourself to the dampness of a Cancerian in a melancholy mood. He can wrap you in wet blankets until you shiver and shake. Cancer can turn bluer than an inkwell, and drown you in depression deeper than the floor of the ocean. His fears are usually well covered by the nutty lunar humor, but they are always with him, haunting his days and nights with a vague sense of nameless dangers, lurking in the shadows. Pessimism is never far away, always ready to spoil those beautiful flights of fancy. A Cancerian can take the dreamiest trips to the stars on the gossamer wings of his imagination, if he learns to ignore that harping inner voice which keeps nagging him and warning him he might get lost in outer space. But until he learns to conquer his fears, they form his Achilles’ heel, and they hurt every time he starts to fly too high.
His tears are never crocodile tears. They flow from the deep rivers of his fragile and vulnerable heart. You can wound his sensitive feelings with a harsh glance or a rough tone of voice. Cruelty can bring on brimming eyes or a complete withdrawal. (It’s an odd thing that Cancerians seldom get fevers; they’re more likely to suffer from the chills.) It won’t be easy to spot the crab in this mood, because when he’s hurt, he disappears into reproachful silence. Sometimes, he can retaliate with an almost scorpion revenge, but he’ll usually do it secretly, seldom openly with the Scorpio’s fine contempt for consequences. Most of the time, however, he’ll turn away from getting even, content to hide under his protective shell. Once you’ve wounded him, you can poke at him with a sharp stick for days afterwards and not reach him. He won’t answer his phone, his doorbell or his email. In the midst of uncertainty, despair and sadness, Cancer people seek retreat and solitude. Just like real crabs.