Odysseus can't sleep. He's got a plan, but how to avoid the consequences? Athena moves things right along.
Athena bantered, the goddess' eyes ablaze.
'Others are quick to trust a weaker comrade,
some poor mortal, far less cunning than I.
But I am a goddess, look, the very one who
guards you in all your trials to the last.
I tell you this straight out:
even if fifty bands of mortal fighters
closed around us, hot to kill us off in battle,
still you could drive away their herds and sleek flocks!
So, surrender to sleep at last. What a misery,
keeping watch through the night, wide awake -
you'll soon come up from under all your troubles.'
The Odyssey, Book 20: Portents Gather. Fagles translation, lines 46 - 58.
Ah, excellent. Odysseus drifts off to sleep and the next day there's portents all over the shop - dreams, magical words, thunder, eagle omens. Athena gears them all up to have one last verbal trashing of Beggar Odysseus. Those guys are in for a hard time.