The risk is always there. But I mitigate it, if somebody does invite for an (outdoor) coffee, by wearing the mask other than those moments when the brew is on its way from the table to the mouth. I don't invite, but, depending on the circumstances, do accept invites. The greatest risk to myself I have felt from the very start has not been the physical health risk, but rather the risk to my long-term future mental well-being if were I to fall into the temptation of returning to normal too quickly and doing exactly what the couple here in BsAs I mentioned in the sad story above did: invite someone only to then subsequently discover that I had infected and possibly killed them. The stakes are that high. If we inadvertently infect someone in a supermarket, we will never know. If we infect someone we do know, we will very likely discover it. Even if they survive, that knowledge alone is a burden to carry.The problem isn't you, or me, or Dougie or even Sencillamente, we all believe we're too smart to spend a few hours at an outdoor bar screaming in each other's faces, but with Delta, what if the guy who delivers your water or the girl you passed while she was restocking the shelves in your supermarket was doing just that the night before?