June 21, 2012 - Dateline: Purgatory. Solstice, and I'm in a smoking room at a Comfort Inn in Saskatoon - my fourth hotel here in four days, none cheaper than $150.00 and averaging $180. Head Gasket blew on my way home and one day turned into two, then three, now four. I am feeling as though the winds of resistance are buffeting me on my way back and I am confused as to what is next, how to adjust, what to do. It is like purgatory. These hotels are all in what they call the "Industrial Zone" of the City. As attractive as it sounds. The air is cold, until today raining. No breaks. Just unrelenting boardum and the steady, repetative drone of the television. Tonight, no rooms. So, fingers crossed, the road will be before me again. I still face the prospect of single file traffic in the Yukon where the road was washed out last week. I am trapped in a way, and can not even find the energy for songwriting, but, finally, there is a song in it.