THree blind mice

I've been passing the days and weeks in some kind of barely-there fog. Not really paying attention to the details of the day and finding myself on the other side without really knowing how I got there. It's been OK, but it's not how life is lived, really, but I'm muddling through somehow, anyway. But today, for some reason, I started noticing that I was surrounded by blind people. After the fourth one came clicking into the deli I was getting some water at this afternoon, I started keeping count and by the time we made it home tonight, I'd counted eight blind people that I'd interacted with on the periphery of the day. Either something very strange is happening or I've just never noticed it before which I tend to doubt. But what's it mean? That's the question of the day.