There's twenty-four of me in a day for my first. I'm used as a vessel for hot and cold substances for my second. Put me together to see of you stand the tides of thyme....

I carry letters but have no hands. I travel far but have no legs. What am I?

I'm hard and dry when you put me in; by the time I'm done, I come out soft and wet.

I'm known to wobble, on a hat that you wear, I can be a head, or tie back your hair

Warm and comforting, it’s a non-physical embrace we all desire. Affections strong, feelings long, I’m part of a phrase we all long to hear. Only four letters, a word oh-so-strong-can you name this word of endearment?