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So first, just a quick note, I want to apologize in advance if my voice is a little off or I

sound froggy or nasally today. I'm getting a very cold. Fortunately, it's not COVID. I'm very

sure about that. It's also not the flu and not RSV. It's one of the 200-odd viruses

that we call the common cold. And I'm feeling okay. But the frustrating thing, which I'm going to

mention today because this is an instructive sort of object lesson of the pandemic,

the frustrating thing is that, you know, I maintain very strict COVID precautions

by asking everywhere other than the inside of my home. I don't go out to eat. I'm not socializing.

You know, it's just health care stuff in the grocery store. And the thing that really sucks

and it's so frustrating is that like as an amino compromise person, I can take all of the personal

precautions I want. You know, issues jaws, like, choose it, you know, choose your level of protection. We have the tools.

But it's actually not enough to keep me from getting sick for me to put as much precaution as I

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