It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, and it didn’t. The only surprise was exactly how “Murphy” would show up this time. It happens like clockwork that whenever we are out of town or preparing to do something good, something will happen, attempting to derail the trip or render a feeling of helplessness. Heck, I was in Haiti when the great Nashville flood of 2010 hit and left us all out of contact, wondering if our homes were floating into Alabama.