Overachiever

Remember how I said earlier that I wanted to build up a surplus of 30 hours at work as a buffer against my next depressive period? Well I hit that mark today, and given that I'll be working flat out until my vacation at the end of April, that number is likely to go higher.

If You Hit Water, You've Gone Too Far

One of the neighbours has had a backhoe digging noisily on their land for the past week. The paramour and I have been making the usual jokes of how they must be "almost to China" by now.

In one of those amusing bits of synchronicity common to couples who have spent waaay too much time together, it occurred to us both at precisely the same moment to wonder just where a hole dug straight through the earth would come out. Given where we live, it clearly would not be China.

The answer is that it would come out here, about 400km southeast of Île de l'Est, the easternmost of the Crozet Islands, roughly midway between Madagascar and Antarctica.

The closest thing to a restaurant is the Totoche pub in Port-au-Français, a research station on Grande Terre island, about 750km to the west.

By the way, I just love that someone has bothered to label the roads of Port-au-Français on Google Maps. Crowd-sourcing rocks!