Val’s P.O.VThe shrill, insistent beep of my phone alarm shattered the fragile peace of sleep. 6:30AM. Tuesday!

The digital hangover from the livestream was group chat was profound; a deep, bone aching weariness that coffee alone would cure.

The work, the real work beneath the digital glow, was just the beginning, and it promised to be far more complex than hitting ‘Go Live’.

I had just slept for only two hours and you know what that meant for the brain, my only resort was a cup of ...