Working out in the driveway

Watching the list of school cancellations and delays last night, Becky said, “I don’t see Arbutus Park Manor on a delay.”
I figured that meant I would be getting some early exercise to get her off to work at 7 a.m. today.
I was right.
When the alarm went off at 5:30, at first I thought it was a malfunction. But soon I was up shoveling about a foot of snow off the driveway and then attacking what I call the PennDOT dam at the end. At least it had stopped snowing by then.
Oh, and I don't want to disparage PennDOT workers. I really appreciate that as soon as I get my own driveway clear, I know I will be on safe, well-maintained roads all the way to my destination. I don't even have a lot of sympathy for the cry babies who have to  park on the street and then complain because they have to shovel out their little parking place. I'll do their 8-by-25-foot space, including what the snow plow piled, if they would do my job.
I had parked near the end of the driveway so I didn’t have to clear all 150 feet, plus her parking spot and my auxiliary driveway into the garage. But it still took probably a half hour of fairly-strenuous work. Maybe not as strenuous as my workout at the gym, but there was more to come.
I guess I have only myself to blame after bragging in the Feb. 10 post that I learned shoveling is no more heart-unhealthy than other strenuous activity.
After I ran her in to Arbutus, I came back home and rested a while before heading back out to extend the cleared area. It took another hour and I got it far enough to get my car out, but I’ll have to finish her parking spot and turnaround area tomorrow morning. 
It seemed like everybody I wanted to interview today was taking a snow day or something. It was weird. I did get through to a psychiatrist in Pittsburgh about a study he’s recruiting local bipolar patients to participate.
Then I got Holly Senior from the Health Department on the line to update me on the flu. It’s getting very active: Story later this week.
But since I couldn’t really get any interviews for this week’s package of stories for The Tribune-Democrat’s American Heart Month Project, could I say I work was heartless today?