You mean there is a name for it?

I am departing from the intent expressed in my last post of trying to describe my job in words that don’t tell anyone what I do.  I am doing so because of two new words.

Creeping Codgersim.

Thank you, Anna Quindlen, for summing up in two words the suburban malaise which I believe is beginning to affect me at the ripe old age of 32.  I’m the guy who yells at people for driving too fast in the neighborhood, and lately I have officially realized that I’m out of date on way too much pop culture.  I think they revoke my gay card for that, too.

Creeping codgerism.  Who knew?