Well, I went into my antique room today because I was feeling so down. Lots of stress this week. Was gonna cozy up on the antique sofa, cover up with my precious coverlet and read antique books under candle light. Well, it is full of holes. BIG holes. I just sat there and cried. As if today couldn't get any worse. It must have been a mouse, although I have never seen a mouse or mouse poo anywhere in this house. I guess this is the first sign that summer is here and so is rodent season. Money and American history flying right out of the window. It was folded so neatly on the antique sofa, I didn't even notice it. I'm crushed and I don't think it can ever be repaired.