There is a light at the end of the tunnel.  The little angel's fever has dissipated (we hope for good).  She went all night without either a) vomiting, b) waking up crying or c) spiking a noticeable fever (I know, because I checked on her a billion gazillion times before I passed out covered in celebrity gossip magazines - my current feel-better drug of choice).

I could tell she was feeling better last night, because she started cracking jokes again.  Her latest joke is to take her shape sorter and put one shape over a hole into which she knows it does not fit.  Then she'll look at me, say "NOOOOOOOO," and put it in the right hole.  When it goes through, she looks back and says "YEAH!"  Then she laughs.  High comedy, to be sure.