View from the Hotel Room

From the Revere in Boston's theater district. Feeling disconnected all day, attended the workshop my trainer presented. Packed up and said our thank yous and good byes and jumped in a taxi to the  airport. 

In the taxi in the tunnel, and realized I'd left my company issued cell phone in the meeting room, on the window ledge, plugged in and charging. 

At least I know where it is, and have a pretty long pass-code on it. And it will be fully charged when I finally get it back. 

Still.