I dreamt last night that I could sing. A bit of a let down to wake up and find that I still couldn't

In more interesting news I realised that poor Shakuni had his motives. He and his entire family had been starved by Dhritarashtra when he realised that Gandhari hasd been married to a goat (for astrological reasons) and technically this was her second marriage. The whole family was fed a fist of rice a day which they gave to the youngest (Shakuni) in the hopes that he'd survive and avenge his family. He was the only survivorand he took the ashes and bones of his father and brothers back to their Kingdom of Gandhara. Here he fashioned a set of dice from his father's thigh bones. This is what he used for the famous gambling game. Fascinating. I never knew. It certainly transformed him from a one sided pantomime villain to a more fully fleshed person.
In other news, I vegetate and read. I can't wait to have this wedding done with.