I am being held hostage

I have lived in my house for almost 12 years (i think?) and for all but one year our bedroom has been downstairs. I love my room. It is always cool in the summer and i love the fact that we are down low and behind the fence. Keeping this in mind i have never felt the need to have blinds or curtains on my window. I love the fact that i can look out and see the blue sky in the morning. I can watch the birds perch on my fence and watch the neighbors cat walk so carefully along the top of the fence. I love that the sun can slowly wake me up(it is a Northern facing window) I have never thought about putting blinds on my window---UNTIL NOW! I am laying in my bed--petrified with fear(might be a slight exaggeration) as i am watching the tree trimmer on the roof next door. If I can see him.....that means he could see me.....I am still not going to put blinds on the windows--so one time in 12 years i have the potential of a peeping Tom(or Jose as the case may be)--really i should just get up and give him quite the site--but what if he fell off the roof from the shock and awe of seeing the woman next door in her underwear? Perhaps he has no insurance and then his kids Christmas would be ruined? NO--I will just lay here--warm and toasty--until i am sure he is gone--maybe i will read a good book--who knows he might just be up there all day--you can never be to sure--perhaps i should just wait until it is dark--it should be safe to get out of bed by then.....if only i had some food.....hopefully the daughter will come home for lunch.....What about the bathroom?.....HMMMM the things that run through your head when you are held hostage laying in a warm toasty bed.....