Much could clearly still go wrong.
In fact, this being Norwich City, it will go wrong.
But right now they have a chance of going back to Portman Road and Bramall Lane next season – something few would have dared to hope just two, short weeks ago.
Since then Bryan Gunn's merry men have racked up nine points from their last 12, posted three clean sheets and have clawed their way out of the bottom three.
Suddenly the drop zone monkey is sat on someone else's backing; the pressure is on Billy Davies and Forest to deliver a response to their 5-0 caning at Burnley.
Norwich, by contrast, can head to St Andrews this weekend with a pretty clear conscience. Nick just a point off a stuttering Blues side and the wind will remain firmly in the Big Man's sails as a very winnable clash with Sheffield Wednesday looms.
Sandwiched in-between all such good news was, of course, the away trip to Blackpool.
What transpired there is – at the end of the day – what the Championship is all about. Every team has 'a Blackpool' in them. That's why the players concerned ply their trade in the Championship.
Because you're never quite sure what – both individually and, therefore, collectively – you're going to get out of them.
It is why Sammy Clingan can expect to be stepping up a grade next season; he rarely dips below a seven out of ten performance. He's 'solid', to use the dressing room vernacular.
And whilst we're on the subject of this season's saving graces, my Player of the Season vote goes to Gary Doherty.
Without him Norwich would be down by now. End of. Period.
Deemed surplus to requirements by You-Know-Who as first Dejan Stefanovic and John Kennedy arrived in the summer – not helped, of course, by that Scandinavian tour injury – Doc has stepped back into the breach while all around him were falling by the wayside and thoroughly deserves to be there, leading Norwich out of a potential League One wilderness with the captain's armband strapped to his side.
But there is another person that needs a pat on the back in the midst of this – the manager.
For if City do now pull off their great escape act – and, indeed, perhaps even if they don't – there are four names that will figure large in the story of 'How Gunny did it…'
Cody McDonald, David Mooney, Jason Shackell and Alan Gow.
Actually, five. You can add Chris Killen.
Because that's where the credit needs to start. For having brought Killen in and – one suspects – watching him underwhelm, the easiest thing to have done would have been to persist with him; to prove your point; to give him more good games after bad.
But he didn't. He made a tougher call and opened himself up for potentially more finger-pointing by running off and whipping Mooney in off Reading.
And here's the big thing for me.
In the case of both Mooney and McDonald, Gunn has got off his a*se, driven down to see these players play himself and – duly impressed – done the deal there and then.
He's been in with the Dartford chairman and got it sorted; he went in with Nicky Hammond at Reading and got Mooney sorted. Bang, bang – job done.
Just as it was, you suspect, with Shackell. 'Mick, can I have a word…'
And that was a big call bringing Jason back. Most would have thought that either side had moved on since last summer; that you don't go back; that in bringing Shacks back into the fold, Gunn was merely testing everyone's patience again with the whole 'Good players individually, together they don't work…' line of thought.
But it's worked. Yes, they'll drop a clanger or two. Fine.
But when it's heart you're after, those two have delivered it in spades.
And then there's Mark Fotheringham. That's another big call.
Again, the easy option is to keep things as was; keep smoothing his clearly ruffled feathers and to toe the party line – to keep the status quo established under first Peter Grant and then Glenn Roeder. That Fozzy was the man to lead Norwich out of a crisis…
It was clearly a gamble. Results go astray and the accusation is easy – that Gunn has lost command of the dressing room; 'sacking' his skipper just proved he couldn't control players; that he was floundering around in his first job in management.
As things have, thus far, panned out. He made the call – and got it right. Whatever anyone's feelings are about Darel Russell's latest red card indiscretion, the history books will show that City won that game 1-0. It's all about results.
Now, of course, he's got a gaping hole in central midfield for both the Blues game and the Wednesday one; now comes the next test of his management – does he go back to Fotheringham on bended knee and ask if he'd do him a job…
I suspect the answer will be 'No!' – that having taken his fledgling managerial reputation in his hands the once, he'll go with his first instinct and look elsewhere – and having all-but told Matty Pattison that he's free to leave on loan, I'm not convinced he'll go there either.
I think the Big Man is fast proving to be a shrewder cookie than some might have initially thought; if you've got the likes of Ian Butterworth and Ian Crook doing the small pictures tactically and John Deehan thumbing through his contacts book on the transfer front, your Man is free to see the bigger pictures – to step back and think what will keep this pot bubbling along; what will keep Snake Pit and Barclay on song for the final run-in.
And I wonder whether St Andrews might not prove to be Simon Lappin's moment; you bring him back into the fold; let him feel some lurve and when you need a left-footer to add balance to the right-footed Clingan, then maybe that's where you go. And you just trust him to dig and dig and dig.
But the other important point about the last two weeks, those three wins and three clean sheets is the fact that it has now bought the new City boss the time to make a mistake; people will now give him the benefit of the doubt, go with his decisions, trust his judgement.
And that's a big feather in your cap and a big reason why this season may well still have a happy ending.