Always 70 and Sunny
Always 70 and Sunny

My Apologies to Poe


Once upon a midday dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious Backblast of forgotten lore

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“There’s a white animal”, I muttered “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”


Ah, distinctly I remember it was 2 months past December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow

From backblasts surcease of sorrow, my Backblast, the task before

For the rare and radiant Backblast which one would say was not a bore

And so, we’ll do 5 Burpees at each schoolhouse door!


We did SSHs, Imperial Walkers, Don Quixotes and stretched a little more

The lights were still off, before we approached the first schoolhouse door.

Where’s Lighthouse and Offshore? No Fudd or ByProduct! We did 20 KB exercises but before

We traveled to the next schoolhouse door, we did 5 Burpees more

Atilla said, “5 Burpees more”


And so it went. We circumnavigated the school stopping at each schoolhouse door to do the following:


20 Swings

20 Curls

20 Upright rows,

20 Triceps

15 Sit and Press

20 Overhead press

20 Goblet Squats

20 Renegade Rows

20 Situps with feet anchored by bells

20 Lawnmower pulls

20 Overhead pulls

20 Halos

20 Step ups (10 each leg)

20 Swings

20 Curls

15 Upright rows,


Each time Followed by 5 Burpees


Between the doors, Rifle carry, waiter carry, around the world and Lunge walk.


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Whitesnake” said I, “or White Deer”, truly your forgiveness I implore;

If I had Fart-sacked I’d still be napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door

That I scarce was sure I heard you, here I opened wide the door

Darkness there and nothing more


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there slid a stately Whitesnake of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


And the Whitesnake, tongue is splitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my body from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Quoth the Whitesnake “5 Burpees More”!



This Saturday: Virginia Boys and Girls Club at 11:00 AM. Mr. Rogers is helping with unloading an Amazon Truck. See Slack 3rd-f-faith for more information. You can bring your 2.0s.

Sunday, Feb 26: Red Cross Blood Drive at Epiphany Lutheran from 8:00 AM to noon.

Near Future: Little League Fantasy Baseball: See Atilla for information on the draft process.


About Author

Retired from Duke Energy in Charlotte after 40 years in various accounting roles. Started with F3 in Charlotte summer 2012. Moved to Richmond area summer of 2021 to be near son, daughter and grandchildren who live in the Richmond area.

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