Another sleepless night with no galactic payoff

Discovery's landing was pushed back a day. Which is all well and good and safe and whatnot, but this thing really needs just to get back on the ground already so that I can have an uninterrupted night's sleep. Because it is all about me, not about mitigating the risks of space flight or exploring the boundaries of human ingenuity.

The Shuttle is scheduled to land at 5:07 a.m. Tuesday morning, but the sun doesn't rise in Cape Canaveral until 6:49 a.m. So, again, what exactly do I think I'm going to see? Although I suppose that if it gets waved off to one of the later landing opportunities tomorrow, there could be some satisfaction in seeing it alight.

What all of this really makes me wonder is, how do the characters and ships in the Star Wars movies manage effortlessly to negotiate atmospheric change and temperature extremes? Obi-Wan doesn't have to wear a big flight suit when he lands at Utapau; he just cruises in wearing his modest Jedi garb. And I don't recall any dainty and delicate thermal tiles on the Millennium Falcon. The Corellians must have known something we don't.