Word of the Day

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 28

Indolent

[IN-də-lent]Part of speech: adjectiveOrigin: latin, mid-17th century

• Tending to laziness
• In medicine, progressing or healing slowly

Examples of Indolent in a sentence

• The snowstorm was perfect for an indolent day full of hot cocoa and movies on the couch.
• The indolent ulcer needed to be watched, but it wasn’t causing major problems.

It was not often that an UNCLE agent could be accused of appearing indolent while on duty, but looking out over Rome, both Napoleon and Illya relaxed and took in a breath of blissful inactivity.

About Indolent

As an adjective for laziness, "indolent" has a specific meaning of being averse to activity or motion. It has less of a negative connotation than some other words for laziness. "Indolent" could mean you’re enjoying your lack of activity.

Did you Know?

The adjective "indolent" implies laziness or lack of movement. It can be an insult, or just a descriptor for something that isn’t moving very quickly. In this sense, the medical field has adopted the adjective to describe a slow-moving medical condition.

Comments

[rosywonder.livejournal.com]

Solo's tap on the door control revealed the Russian lying prostrate on a camp bed behind the desk, a stained piece of blotting paper acting as an eye shield. He remained motionless as Solo noisily scraped the chair away from the desk.
'Before you ask, I have dealt with twenty nine emergencies of varying degrees this weekend, coupled with the usual desperate calls to put right elementary problems our colleagues have using the new computer software. No doubt your weekend was spent in a somewhat more indolent fashion.'

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

This did happen, of course. Thanks for showing us. Illya's voice is just right.

[rosywonder.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

Napoleon Solo had a reputation of being a ladies man, man about town, a different woman each night. The truth of the matter was that Napoleon enjoyed quiet time alone almost as much as his Russian partner. He had his long weekend planned out. Napoleon had a copy of his favorite writer's newest political thriller, a bottle of good scotch, packages of his favorite deli goodies and no plans for company. He had been looking forward to his "me" weekend for weeks. A totally indolent weekend devoted to rest, relaxation and quiet.

Napoleon had some quiet music on his stereo, just poured a tumbler of scotch and had read half of the first chapter when his communicator beeped to life. Raising his eyes to heaven he slammed his book down on the coffee table, spilling some scotch. Sighing he opened his pen "Solo here'.

"Mr. Solo, Mr. Waverly wants you in the office immediately."

"On my way."