I know all of you noticed I wasn’t on the air last Thursday night. What, you didn’t notice? Well, let me tell you then. I wasn’t on the air last Thursday night. I got such a crazy allergy, I don’t know to what, that my face blew up, and there were red bumps and rashes all across both cheeks. Worse on the right side.

So there I am, looking through my email and see a message from an old friend at Channel 4. He says something like “Good thing it’s not prom season. Read about your spotty face in the Daily News today!”

Okay, could not pass this one up. Story yesterday about a legislator wanting to ban ‘fish pedicures.’ I never even heard of such a thing before. Apparently, women put their crusty calloused feet into a bowl filled with tiny fish with teeth that literally eat away all that nasty skin around your toes! Hope you’re not having dinner while reading this.

It made me sick, too.

The New York City marathon coming up! Mr G is running something like his 28th consecutive one. Okay, he did skip last year, and maybe one other year but my point is he’s run a hell of a lot of marathons. And he’s always among the first…..oh, 20,000 or so to cross the finish line. Just kidding G. Jeesh, he’s so sensitive.

I’ve been to a few marathons myself. Reporting on them. Live, from the comfort of a director’s chair.

Last night Jim, my partner in crime here at PIX, wrote a blog about getting a kitten for his three little boys. Got me thinking about my cat, Jake. Or rather, my son’s cat. We got him from Bide- a Wee in Manhattan, a tiny little orange ball with big green eyes.