Day 254. While cooking dinner last night I was just about to chop a bunch of thyme. Before I could, Linda moved the bunch to the other end of the bench, but as she did, it left a few loose remnants of the herb laying on the benchtop. This leftover evidence of where the thyme once lay on the kitchen bench made me think of the very bad pun you see in the title of this post. Where does the thyme go?