And why this never occurs to me until I'm already well on my journey to prunedom.
Also, I wondered why I made such a big deal about trying to get something to listen to while in the bath when I ended up with my ears submerged. Got to listen to my pulse, for which I didn't need to fret about the radio.
One day, maybe this house, maybe a future one, I'm going to have a decadent bathroom with a shower AND a bathtub. The bathtub might just have claw feet.
And that room will have a linen closet where I'll keep the spare bath towels.