Shuck the chores. He always checks the page count when he does this. Otherwise, I do not move. I was flopped on the couch reading when some door to door jerk had the temerity to tap on my sliding glass door. I fled the room.
Comfort is always a priority.
And when I had determined that the rude person had departed up the street to bother other neighbors, I re-flopped. My younger son prefers an even more casual approach to heat. One favored by many cancer chemo patients. He simply flings off all of his clothes and sits around with a sheet loosely draped. Maybe the sheet is draped.