It’s certainly not the end of the world, but it is remarkably frustrating when a public affairs blogger is unable to find the energy or passion to write about public affairs. It’s even worse when this funk lasts for weeks at a time.

I’m in just such a place.

A prime example: The refuses-to-die hooplah over the White House offering Joe Sestak a job to potentially clear the road for Sen. Arlen Specter in the now-concluded Pennsylvania primary.

Does that job offer “appear to violate federal criminal laws, including 18 U.S.C. 600, which prohibits promising a government position ‘as consideration, favor, or reward for any political activity’ or ‘in connection with any primary election or political convention or caucus held to select candidates for any political office’?

Yes it does.

Could Mr. Sestak clear this up a little more, demonstrating that the appearance of lawbreaking was actually something far more innocent? I bet he could … and if he can, I agree with Greg Sargent that he should, without further delay.

If he doesn’t, am I going to lose sleep over any of this? No.

Should I? Probably.

Still, other than the above-noted (rather lame) observations, I’m not inclined to write about this subject. Nor am I inclined to write about the dust-up over Facebook and privacy … or the handwringing over repealing DADT … or whether or not “top kill” will finally mark the beginning of the end of the epic tragedy that started with the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico.

Are these all legitimate topics for discussion and debate? Yes.

Are some of these issues truly deserving of major concern and sensible, timely solutions? Of course they are.

So why can’t I get riled up enough to write about them? What the hell is wrong with me?