The combination of heat, not enough sleep yesterday (more noisy landscaping was going on at the house next door all morning), and extra beer sent me into an unexpected nap. That left a big chunk missing from the night. When I woke, my brain was not happy, so rather than make it think, I just watched old movies until the sky grew pale. It's closer to happy now, but still doesn't want to think, so I'm just going to try to get to sleep again, and hope that there is no more landscaping to be done next door. A third day of disruption would leave me livid. I might even use foul language.
The attic is so hot that I feel as though I'm getting a sunburn from my ceiling.