Oh Bear, I am beginning to think that most (retired) men are cut from the same bolt of cloth. It is almost 52 years for us and mine has become more work and less fun every year since he retired. Right now, he is stretched out in his Lazy Boy having a pre dinner nap 'because it was such a chore to take the dog into the back yard and sit on the deck for half an hour' while I fed the cats and prepped supper.
But, like you, I am not interested in starting the whole 'other half' quest again. At the beginning of this month, he and our 49 year old son (my sweet darling boy who gave his dear mother such a wonderful gift of time to herself!!!) went to Ireland for 12 days. I was happy to have an email or video chat with the DH every day, but I honestly d i d n o t m i s s him at all. Just wish he could have taken his needy dog with him. Now that would have been a perfect holiday for me!!
I have found that this new fangled personal cell phone instead of a home telephone line could easily be marketed as an exercise program. I am constantly going up and down the stairs to find/retrieve/search for (happens more often than I'd like) or answer the danged thing!!