No worries there. I was pretty sure that you'd understand the fun of stress and ailments, and you're one of the few people I know who could express amusement at the almost certain deadline extension without being judgmental in the least. I just feel for her because I can imagine her waking up on the morning of the reveal, realizing that the migraine has settled in with evil strength, and thinking "Oh my god, everyone's gonna HATE me ...."

(I think you're right that she may feel the need to do trouble-shooting; the last couple of years there have been a few .... well, not precisely trollish, but certainly some less than completely pleasant things popping up in stockings, and I imagine she wants to be there to help ferret out any new iterations of such unpleasantry.)