talbotlucas.org: a word to the wise is sufficient

Wallace often settles down on the marble fireplace hearth or the marble floor in the bathroom because even on a warm day those spots are cooler than the nearby carpet, or than the upholstered furniture.

But then there are times, usually in the afternoon, when he likes to soak up the sun. Like today. He's once again positioned himself so that his face is in the middle of the only patch of strong sunlight in the bathroom. His eyes are almost closed (probably a good thing with the sun shining right in them, right?) and his breathing is calm. No huffing, and his ears aren't doing the I'm-constantly-on-alert sonar pivot. He doesn't seem to mind when Terrence and I need to occupy the bathroom, or that we actually close the door and have to step over him. He's just happy to have his spot in the sun.