The best part about being really, really sick is getting a thick strand of mucus caught between your nose and throat and clenching your abdominal muscles to avoid vomiting. You can’t avoid gagging. You’re going to gag. But throwing up is a choice, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to release my precious analgesics and expectorants minutes after I swallow them. There is no Combat! blog today, because I am sick. In two hours, I will go do a panel at the University of Montana, where I plan to warn aspiring writers against weakening their immune systems by working from home. If you’re in Missoula, come on down to the University Theater and check it out. A hacking cough will be your reward.