Oh, yes, and...
Hot baths should be followed up with a large cup of ice water (crushed, not cubed) consumed on the front deck looking out over the lights of the city, seen barefoot and only in one’s bathrobe as the cloud cover zooms past quickly, so low that one would consider whether it were low clouds or high fog.
Then sleep, accompanied by a grey stripey friend, freshly brushed and purring softly.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.