Torpor, noun: a state of physical or mental inactivity; lethargy.
Yep. My pandemic go-to state. It’s also a good word, that excites me a little and makes me less torporous. Torporish? Neither are actual words. But this word play energizes me, a little, though I am lying in my torpor position, a little less slouched than sometimes, in my comfy chair. Enjoy freshly washed hair and clean clothes. Less torporous than usual.
I thought I was going to write about turpitude, another great word, but it turns out I didn’t know its real meaning. I thought it was a kind of torpor. Google says it’s simply depravity and wickedness, but if you add the adjective moral to it, it’s a legal concept. Who knew? Probably lots of people, but not me. Moral turpitude is “an act or behavior that gravely violates the sentiment or accepted standard of the community.”
I imagine depraved and wicked people languidly violating norms, like Edward Gorey characters. Turpitude just sounds so lazy.
Google word play. It’s all I’ve got today. Pandemic blues.
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