reading in the bathroom

I was cleaning out the dresser holding craft stuff in the laundry room.  Afterward I was drinking water per doctor's orders and realized I was tasting soap.  After wondering if the dishwasher was acting up I realized it was the soap in one of the drawers I was experiencing.  I went and took a bath (hot baths in this household are the first treatment we have for being sick.) and going through the shelves I found a copy of _Grumbles_From_the_Grave, an editing of Heinlein's by his widow.  I do not remember where we purchased it but it looks water logged.  I sat down in the tub and read copies of his correspondence with his editors.