When I was a kid, we burned for primary heat, and the furnace was set at 64, so if we wanted warm, we had to burn. I grew to hate making firewood. Now I look forward to it. I enjoy the entire process, sky busting, making the good stuff for campfire grilling, releasing the stuff good for habitat, finding other uses for the stuff that's not great firewood. I've gotten it down now where everything I cut has a purpose, whether that's firewood, brush piles, fill, or big softwood logs just getting stacked up to be left to rot down to be mulch in later years.
I don't sharpen my own chains. I have 8 or 9 chains now, and I keep two nails in the garage, one for sharp, one for dull. When I get down to 2 sharp chains left, I take the rest in to get sharpened. I'm getting close to being over half way across my property for what I want to cut, so I've got to slow down and be a little more methodical about what I'm doing. I don't wanna use up all of my ash too soon, but EAB is also 20 or so miles away. What I've been cutting has been coming back fairly fast, so maybe I'll have more ash by the time I'm done with the first pass.