(This supercedes the previous plan, where she'd transfer the flight to Saturday, because being a cheapo flight, it ain't shiftable. And that plan superceded the one before that, where it was just me going.)
Of course, all this transpired:
(a) After I'd gotten everything packed properly (after last night's dry-run) in the one case;
(b) After I'd gotten in the bath.
So now there's supposed to be an emergency re-packing tomorrow morning, before running for the airport.
Now there's just the horrors of four days' worth of VCR programming and cable channel swapping to which to attend.
But still: hurrah!