Comfort

And in another cross-reference to a blog I read, Speakeasy talks about why he leads a physical life similar (to the extent he describes it) to mine, save for the lack of that Demon Weed in my life.

Oh sure, my mind is getting stronger daily, but this body grows fatted and more complacent by the moment. And why won’t I change it? One word: comfort. I, dear reader, am a comfort freak.

Been there, freaked that.

Them’s good readin’s.