My flat butt aquired from the hard, wooden canoe seats, has been of some use in the long jouney back. However, my sufferings have not ended upon the return to civilization. Seem to be having difficulty readjusting. I find myself looking upwards and carrying my binoculars for no apparent reason. Yesterday my son caught me throwing food out of the kitchen window rather than in the garbage disposal. I woke in the middle of the night wondering, "Who is REALLY driving the boat?". Worst of all (and this is most disgusting) I have a tendency to put used toilet paper into the waste basket rather than in a perfectly functional commode. Some type of therapy may be in order - will make appointment for Spa treatments tomorrow. Will also contact other members of Flat Butt Tribe. Reunion may be necessary to compare notes. Wonder if others are experiencing some of these strange after affects?