Flaw in the storm door plan

For my birthday my parents gave me a storm door so that I could keep my front door open and create a nice cross-breeze. It was installed last week.

Now, my house has a bit of an "open concept" entrance/kitchen/living room. Plus it's not that big. And it's in a neighbourhood of semi-detached homes located fairly close together. So, when people are around, they can see in.

It really isn't until one has a big glass door open to the sidewalk, and road, and well... entire world, that one realizes just how much one has grown used to walking around half-naked, or starting to undo one's pants before one actually gets to the washroom (located right next to said glass door) or to being upstairs, half-dressed and running down the stairs (located directly in front of said glass door) in underwear only, or, maybe not even that much, to grab clothes from the basement.

In fact, once the door has been installed, it takes one perhaps, ooh, 3 hours to realize there may be a flaw in the plan. The thing is, despite the speed of this initial realization, it's also interesting how one tends to forget about this little flaw and so continue to behave this way.

Must break these habits soon. Before the neighbours get know me just a *little* too well.