3:35 a.m.  Poison Ivy is my curse of the week.  I know when I see leaves of three.  I spray with ivy killer, I cover the arms and legs, the feet, the back of the neck.  and still, one little drop of urushiol is enough to ruin my plans, my routines, my day-to-day life for weeks.  Going in to the third week of Poison Ivy rash and I just hate it.  Somewhere in that waist-high pile of pastoral plant life lies my doom.