Working working working. Like a good little meerkat, I am. And so I stop to have lunch, which for the record was a chunk of my home-made meatloaf and a cookie, a plain marbled cookie, nothing fancy, from the local bakery. Ok, the cookie was as large as the chunk of meatlaof, but it was much flatter, and I did not even eat the all of it....But something has most direly upset my system, and I feel all oogy. I dislike oogy most of all the things I dislike, body-wise (pain can be medicated, ick can be medicated, all you can do with oogy is wait it out).And so I am not working, but huddled on the…