Nick and I crawled into bed last night to read a bit before falling asleep. Drip, drip, drip. What was that noise? Water was dripping from the ceiling above the window and puddling on the sill. I called the desk and a guy came up to investigate. He borrowed my pocket knife and headlamp to open a utility panel and look into the mess of pipes and wires in the ceiling, but couldn't see a problem, so a maintenance worker will come up today. After he left, I put a couple of towels on the window sill to soak up the water and muffle the Chinese water torture. This morning the towels were sodden, but the drip had disappeared.
When I made up the bed, Nick's sheets were covered in blood. There were five crusted drips on the rug leading from his side of the bed, past the foot of the bed, to my side. There was blood splattered in the bathroom sink and smeared on the towels. Nick must have had a nosebleed during the night, but he has no recollection of it, nor was there any blood on his face or hands. Anyhow, I spent some time cleaning the rug and soaking the sheets and towels in the tub filled with cold water. The Teton Club staff keeps the units in excellent shape, but I want to make their jobs as easy as possible.
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