The Weary Traveler
Apropos of my life, I stopped with a co-worker at The Weary Traveler. Wisconsin in winter is cold. And dark. I’ve been hibernating. Working. And sleeping. And working again. And getting airline tickets.
Sitting there folded in dark wood, funky decor, and other Wisconsinites in the winter dark, I felt for the first time since returning a little more like myself.