Sleep like the proverbial dead...

 I think I'm coming down with a cold. And since you're supposed to feed a cold and starve a fever, I have bought a box of crackers and a bottle of wine and will feed my cold into the ground. Also, I have a nice scented candle burning and some incense, so my bedroom smells wonderfully relaxing, of coconut and lavender.  I imagine between the scents and the wine, I shall sleep like the proverbial dead tonight.