The driveway, at least, is now clear. About ten minutes after I went back outside for second shift (in the first shift, I'd managed to shovel the front walk and about six feet in front of the garage doors before I had to take a rest break), our neighbor from across the street came over with his snowblower. With his assistance, about another hour of work saw the driveway cleared, the steps up to the back deck shoveled out, and a start made on clearing the deck. If he hadn't come over, we'd now be probably about to the corner of the driveway, and taking another rest break with at least two more shifts to go.
We offered him a cappucino and a refuel for the snowblower, but he wouldn't have any of it. A belief in a deity is not required in order to accept the existence of good Samaritans.
And thus I diverge to musings and ponderings, which I will merely collapse into the observation that I believe it is a better thing to do good simply because you believe it's the right thing to do, than to do good because someone told you you'll go to hell if you don't, or to do good in order to be seen to do good. Or in other words, good works done out of fear of punishment if you don't do them don't really count, on a karmic level. They're still good works, but don't expect to benefit from them in a hypothetical afterlife.
Well, yeah.