Sometimes I get behind on my writing when there's something I feel I'm missing, or when the news is in a rush to report on X.

This has been a week for that caution. Sometimes I just want to listen, and think longer.

But we don't live like Montaigne, alone with his library for years to write his great essays.

We have to strike a balance.

Speak even when full confidence has left us.

And have grace with each other, if the other shoe drops before we've had a chance to finish our first thoughts.