The ICU was stragely quiet yesterday (Sunday). No admissions, one death. No codes or patients crashing. Staff docs let me cruise the unit and manage patients with little oversight. Nurses came to me first, thankful that “someone good” was on call tonight. I’m not sure what that means, but I take it as a complement. Once again, I realized how much I’ve learned in a year. Last night, at least for one night, I was able to transcend the tragic reality of the lives filling our ICU and get a little reading in on the side.