Trying to focus on the good day I had in the first 6,5 hours of work, rather than the last half an hour....
Knowing this was my last day on 90%. Next week I will be returning to full hours, a full 15 months after calling in sick/burnt out and depressed, and spending 11 of those months at home.
Getting to play Easter bunny (not literally, although I did tell people to imagine I had a white fluffy tail and bunny ears) and bringing everyone in my office their gift for the occasion.
The sun shining and having my old boss stop by the office unannounced.