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It’s Friday morning. Even if you don’t have a headache, you have a headache. The sun is already clocked in, ready to make you regret every decision that led to living anywhere south of Scandinavia. Mercury’s flirting with 37°C inland today, yes, thirty-seven, as a weak high-pressure system and a “relatively warm air mass” (read: atmospheric hairdryer) team up for a long, hot takeover.
The sky will be mostly clear, because even the clouds are too lazy to show up for this. Winds will drift in from the southwest to northwest at a light to moderate pace, before stepping it up locally to a solid 4 to 5 Beaufort, not strong enough to cool you down, but just enough to fling your lunch napkin into the neighbor’s pool. The sea? Slightly to moderately rough, like your mood when you realize it's not even noon.
On the coast, it’s mildly less apocalyptic. The west gets off with a modest 28°C, the rest of the shores hover around 32°C, and the mountains, in their smug elevation, lounge at a breezy 26°C. If you can get there, go. Start a new life. Send postcards.
Tonight, the heat eases up, but not before tossing in some dramatic high clouds to give the illusion that something meaningful is about to happen. Winds will simmer down to a chilled-out 3 Beaufort and lose all sense of direction, just like you somewhere around your third iced coffee. The temperature dips to a vaguely survivable 19°C inland and on the coasts, while the mountain tops chill at 15°C, taunting the rest of us from above.
The weekend doesn’t bring much mercy. Saturday through Monday remains mostly clear, with occasional high clouds making fleeting appearances like a B-list celebrity at a film premiere. Starting Sunday, dust will drift into the atmosphere, just in case your lungs were feeling too fresh. Temperatures will keep rising, well above average, because why stop the madness now?
So here we are. Just get to 5 PM. That’s all. Then everything will be beautiful, bright, and full of beverages, until Monday slithers back in.
