Amazing voice

Time to write about amazing things,,, She writes in third person because, well it separates her from the I voice, the l focus the self centeredness. She thinks in terms of others when she writes in third person. So like she knows there is a valley voice cause like she grew up with that voice, and she knows there is a millennial voice , that is the voice which with lilting cynicism asks,  really in a question voice. Amazingly she prompts herself to write because she wants use a teasing voice to make a little bit of fun at her loss of voice, otherwise known as noise, sound , audio, aka volume.
So when she tries to figure something out when tired, sleepy and scared of hackers and lurkers, she cannot figure it out. She tries searching help topics, sends a feedback report, no this did not answer my question....this topic about sound and silence does not explain what to do when sound goes silent. She wants to listen to that video! Look some more. Tim Cook's post does not assure her one bit.
 That intrusive pop up has convinced her someone has hacked invaded and turned off her sound.
They must have accessed her microphone,,,,, she looks some more and even reads on Facebook a kid telling his Mom she made an ID ten T error, and wonders if she is having the same problem and then,
Eureka!
after watching the video with subtitles, no she does not know how she made it do that either,
Sure now she knows what they said but  she wants to HEAR  this one....then she finds it ....
The voice, aka sound aka volume control button....and she watches and listens to the voice, on the video, singing Amazing Grace serenading their teacher who taught them how to sing, and use their Voice!
FYI :
ID ten T  is pronounced, ........idiot.

Your , you , the scans you send are always perfect they never have staples

Late at night she posts her 1st post of February while yawning. The limitations of time and tasks are on her mind. Writing in the 3rd person is on her mind as she yawns again. She fell asleep after a full day. Rather early it was when she crashed before 9pm. She knows that because it was after 9 when a weird buzzing shook her awake . Oh that is the phone sounding somewhat urgent in its buzzing. Oh where is it , follow that sound, there is a light , where,  there ,it is under that blanket , in the pocket of her jacket,  No call. No notification, nothing uh? Wrong number? Ck msgs anyway. There a msg. From someone she has been missing. Wants to see and do something tomorrow. Ok. Time set.Now where is that wonderful sleeping sensation she had been enjoying. Tonight someone had told her , she should write more on her blog. Or write things, write more. He likes her writings. Likes her sketching and thinks it is good but thinks her writing is good, so now she is writing . Thankful she is for this push of encouragement to keep it up. Just like an unexpected thankful praise she unexpectedly received from a coworker this week, it cheered her on, made her want to keep on doing the one little thing that makes her coworkers work easier. Her coworker does not even know how much she has hated that one little thing she always does cause there is a rule that says she is supposed to do it .
Now  this totally unexpected appreciation will make that tiny little task less of a chore, less annoying, all because it is acknowledged and appreciated. She may even delete the email folder she titles staple police. She knows she will now smile when she pulls all the staples from the docs she sends for scanning.