Yeah, probably. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but July is basically the boss level of summer. It rarely lets us off the hook without at least one blast furnace of a week.
Meteorologists are already squinting at their models. They’re seeing signs that a big, stubborn high-pressure system is trying to set up shop. Think of it as a giant, invisible dome made of hot, cranky air.
What’s the Deal with These "Heat Domes"?
Remember that time you left your car windows up in a parking lot? It’s exactly that, but for an entire city. The air gets trapped, the sun bakes it, and suddenly your sidewalk feels like a frying pan.
These domes are stubborn. They don't like to move. When one parks over us in July, we’re in for a sticky, sweaty, “I’m-not-leaving-my-air-conditioned-bubble” kind of week.
And let’s be honest, your AC unit is already giving you the side-eye. It’s tired. We’re all tired.
