I gave up on trying to dig it out proper — there was no place to put the snow. So I dug my way to the driver's door, opened it and started the car so it could warm up. Realized in about 10 seconds flat that the exhaust was blocked (cough, cough), so rocked it back and forth a bit (with the door open for air, since the window was frozen closed) to get a couple of inches of air space behind the exhaust pipe. I then dug out in front down to about 6 inches. By which time the pile of snow bounded by my right fender, the dug-out path in the sidewalk, and the driveway was taller than me. At which point I decided the car was dug out enough for me. I got in the car and started trying to get out — rocking it back and forth while a neighbor digging out his car across the street and maybe 20 feet down the street looked at me like I was a lunatic. Got out, pulled down the street about 30 feet, turned on my four-ways, and went back to finish digging out the space enough that I'd be able to get back in and out of it more easily. As I walk past, neighbor looks at me in disbelief: "Is that a four-wheel drive?"
I, gesturing broadly: "Yeah. This is why I bought a Subaru."
I finished digging out the space. (Well, dug further down toward the pavement. I didn't try to move the piles of snow behind and in front of the driver's door — indeed, I added to them, since they were now convenient places to put snow.) Digging turned out to be easier without the car in the way. I kept expecting to be interrupted by someone wanting to drive down the street, but ten minutes later that hadn't happened and I was as dug out as I needed to be. Drove the car around the block (an eight block drive in the maze of one-ways that is Cambridgeport), stopping in the MicroCenter/Trader Joe's parking lot to clean the snow off my car — sweeping it off on my street would have been counterproductive at best. Then I came back and backed into my Subaru-shaped space. Had lunch, went to the office (where at 3:30 in the afternoon I found two other employees), did some errands, packed up some more of my stuff at the old place, and came back to find someone else in my spot. So I took another, not as well dug out as mine. But I'm home, snug for the night. And they're not predicting any more accumulation tonight, so I should be able to get to work more easily tomorrow.